The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Chapter One In the city of Ayutthaya, where the cypress swamps held the rain like a secret, the air was always damp enough to rot the edges of paper. Saisunee Phromma stood before the crumbling shrine of the Pale King, his breath fogging in the chill that seemed to emanate from the stone itself. He was thirty-two, a spirit medium by trade and a debtor by circumstance, and he needed the alms...

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