The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bread rose. It smelled of yeast and rot. Elara stood by the window. The fog pressed against the glass. Like a hand. She held the loaf. It was warm. Too warm. Her brother lay in the next room. He did not breathe. But the air moved. In. Out. A shallow rhythm. Elara cut the bread. The knife slipped. Blood on the crumb. Red. Bright. She ate it. Chewing slowly. The flavor was ash. And iron. She...

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