The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You have always loved the weight of things. It is a quiet love. A heavy love. It sits in your chest like a stone. You are a man of your word. A man of your hands. You build doors. You build windows. You build the bones of houses. But you are not a builder of homes. You are a builder of exits. The rain falls on the city. It is a cold rain. It smells of rust and wet wool. You walk through the...

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