The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The snow has stopped, but the wind does not, and it cuts through the layers of wool you have wrapped around your shoulders until the fabric feels less like protection and more like a second skin that is slowly rotting off your bones, a reminder that you are no longer the man who once stood in the sun of the base camp, but something else, something fraying at the edges, a creature of the grey...

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