The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bottle lay on the counter. It was blue glass. Thin. Cold. Elias held it in his left hand. His knuckles were white. He did not look at the door. He looked at the liquid. It did not move. It was still. The room was small. A hospital room. Or a waiting room. It was hard to tell. The walls were beige. The light was yellow. It hummed. A low buzz. It came from the vents. It came from the wires....

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