The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fog rolled in off the harbor, thick and gray as wet wool, swallowing the iron bones of the shipyard before we even reached the gangplank. I stood at the edge of the pier, my boots heavy with mud and salt, watching the mist erase the world. Behind me, the sound of the factory whistle cut through the damp air, a long, mournful shriek that signaled the end of the shift. It was a sound I had...

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