The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and singular, before the door swung open. Sarah did not knock. She never did, not since the promotion that had passed him over, not since the light in the vault had started to fail at three in the afternoon and the shadows had begun to pool in the corners of the room. Elias looked up from the ledger. The ink was still wet, a dark smear against the brittle...

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