The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The boiler in the basement of the textile mill hissed, a long, shivering exhalation that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of Elara’s boots. She stood in the dark, the smell of coal dust and stale steam clinging to her hair, and she did not move. The air was thick with the particulate matter of their labor, a fine gray powder that coated her tongue and settled in the creases...

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