The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I dreamed of the mill. It stood black against a grey sky. The smoke was thick. It tasted of coal. I walked toward it. My boots sank in the mud. The mud was cold. It pulled at my heels. I wanted to free them. I could not. The building watched me. It had no eyes. Yet it saw. I knew this. I had always known. I woke up. The room was dim. The clock ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. It was four in the...

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