The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The iron pot sits upon the hearth, unyielding and dark, a black monolith against the pale, shifting light of the winter afternoon. It does not boil. It does not simmer. It simply endures, holding the weight of the cold air in its thick, cast-iron walls, a vessel so old that the metal has forgotten the shape of the hands that forged it. I am not a man of this house, nor am I entirely a ghost,...

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