The Pale Exile

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2026-08-19 02:09:14 -

The Pale Exile

The coat is not yours, and yet it fits you with a violence that feels like recognition. It hangs on the hook by the door of the small, rented room in Harrow, its wool matted with the grey dust of a city that has forgotten your name. You are not supposed to be here. You are not supposed to be anyone at all, only a shadow moving through the periphery of the community, a ghost haunting the edges...

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