The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air tastes of copper and ozone. You are bleeding from a cut above your left eye, the blood hot and thick, tracing a path down your temple. It stings when the wind hits it. Around you, the ground is not earth but a pale, shifting membrane. It pulses with a faint, bioluminescent rhythm. Blue veins run through it like the capillaries of a massive, sleeping lung. You are a soldier here. Or...

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