The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The storm did not break the dam; it erased it. One moment the valley was a green throat, tight and breathing with the hum of bees. The next, the sky had turned a bruised purple, and the water came not as a river but as a wall of gray mist that swallowed the world. I stood on the ridge, my coat flapping wildly, watching the village of Oakhaven dissolve into the fog. It was a Tuesday. I remember...

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