The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The elm tree in the yard had lost its leaves early. Not all of them, but enough. Enough to make the bare branches look like skeletal fingers scratching at the low, gray sky. I stood at the kitchen window, holding a mug of tea that had gone cold in my hand. The liquid was dark, bitter. It tasted of the earth I had left behind and the soil I could no longer afford to tend. My father had planted...

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