The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The door is locked. You know this. The deadbolt is a heavy brass bar, cold to the touch, a physical argument against escape. You are twelve years old and you are sitting on the floor of the study, your knees pulled up to your chest, your breath shallow and quick in your chest. The room smells of old paper and lemon oil. It smells of safety. It smells of the lie. Outside, rain hammers the...

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