The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain in this part of the valley did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the bones of the old stone house where I had lived for the last three winters. It was a dampness that had no end, a constant reminder of the distance between where I stood and where I had been, a distance measured not in miles but in the slow,...

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