The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream begins not with a sound, but with a texture. It is the rough, cold grain of oak under your fingers, a surface so vast it seems to stretch into infinity, a table that will never end. You are sitting at the edge of it, your hands folded neatly, waiting. The wood is pale, almost white, like bone, or like the skin of a person who has been sick for a very long time. You know this table....

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