The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fog clings to your skin. It is cold. It is wet. It tastes of iron and old brine. You walk. The cobblestones are slick. Your boots are heavy. They are filled with water. You are the tanner. You have always been the tanner. The hide is in your hands. It is pale. It is thin. It is almost transparent. You carry it over your shoulder. It weighs nothing. It weighs everything. The village of...

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