The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The house exhaled a breath of stale air and dried lavender as Elias stood in the hallway, his hand resting on the cold brass of the banister, feeling the wood beneath his fingertips like the pulse of a sleeping animal that had long since stopped dreaming. He was not leaving because he wanted to go, nor was he staying because he wished to remain, for the distinction between the two had eroded...

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