The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The promotion was three days away, and Narong Malithong’s hands were sweating through the cotton of his cuffs. The office at the railway division headquarters in Chiang Mai was a box of slate and dust, the air heavy with drying ink and the low, persistent hum of the electric fans that never quite cooled the room. Narong sat at the far end of the long table, his spine rigid, staring at the...

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