The Pale Exile

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2026-08-17 15:17:16 -

The Pale Exile

The frost creeps. It climbs the windowpane. It eats the light. You press your palm against the glass. Cold bites. You are here. You are old. You are waiting. The house holds its breath. It is a heavy silence. A thick, woolly quiet. It sits on your chest. It weighs you down. You do not move. Your hands are still. They rest on the oak table. The wood is cold. It has no warmth left. Outside, the...

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