The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Maeve Delaney owed three months on her berth mortgage, a debt that sat in her chest like a stone, colder than the ash that coated the shipyards where she worked her orbital welder’s shift. The gritters had been out since four a.m., scraping the ice from the walkways of the desalination plant, and the noise of the mill wheel, freed for the season, turned in the harbor with a low, grinding...

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