The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train hissed into the station at Harrowgate, a long, metallic exhale that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I stepped off onto the platform, my suitcase heavy with the weight of things I no longer recognized as mine, and looked up at the town. It was not the town I had left, nor was it the town I had dreamed of in the quiet, sterile halls of the university. It was something else entirely, a...

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