The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I was digging in the cellar dirt when the trowel hit something that did not sound like brick or stone, but like wet wood giving way under pressure. The soil here, beneath the east wing of St. Jude’s Orphanage, was cold and heavy, packed tight by decades of rain and the weight of the building above. I had been a night watchman for six years, earning a modest twelve pounds a week, which covered...

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