The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wool coat was heavy, a thing of deep, undyed grey that seemed to drink the light from the small room, and you wore it because it was the only thing you owned that did not smell of the ash that had taken your home. It was a coat of such specific, dense weight that it felt less like clothing and more like a second skin, a shell of felted fiber that pressed against your ribs with a constant,...

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