The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fire in the hearth was a mouth, wide and hungry, eating the oak logs until they were nothing but ash and memory, and we sat around it, my husband and I, with the cold pressing against the windowpanes like a living thing seeking entry. It was a night for talking, or so the neighbors would say, a night when the wind howled off the moors with such a sustained, mournful pitch that it seemed to...

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