The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The silver tongs clinked against the rim of the crystal decanter, a sharp, brittle sound that cut through the low hum of the orchestra. Elias Thorne adjusted the cuff of his shirt, the fabric stiff with starch, and watched the condensation bead on the glass. The air in the Great Hall of Thorne House was thick with the scent of beeswax and stale perfume, a heavy, cloying atmosphere that pressed...

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