The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ice broke. It did not shatter with a bang. It sighed. A long, wet exhalation that smelled of rust and old bones. Marta woke in the cellar. The dampness was a living thing. It crept up her shins. It settled in her lungs. She coughed. The sound was dry. A rattle. Like dry leaves in a dead tree. She was cold. So cold. The fire had gone out. The coals were black. Dead. She reached for the...

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