The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost did not come gently that November, but struck like a hammer against the glass of the world, sealing us in a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. I was twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen, though time had begun to stretch and warp in the damp cellar of the Whitmore house, where the air smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of old...

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