The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, narrow windows of the infirmary, a rhythmic, persistent tapping that Maud felt in her teeth. She stood before the washbasin, her hands submerged in the cold water, watching the suds swirl and dissolve. Her fingers were raw, red, and trembling. Around her, the air smelled of lye, boiled wool, and the sharp, metallic tang of...

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