The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wagon jolted, a violent shudder that sent the contents of the iron pot spilling across the floorboards, a cold, gray slurry of boiled turnips and lard mixing with the dust and the smell of wet wool. I watched the food spread, a pale, viscous stain that looked less like nourishment and more like a wound in the wood, a slow hemorrhage of sustenance that we could not afford to lose. It was the...

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