The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream was a cage of ice. It hung in the air. Not falling. Just hovering. A geometric perfect hexagon. Frost bit the skin of the glass. Inside the hexagon, a single white lily. Its petals were not white. They were the color of old bone. The lily did not bloom. It shattered. Silence followed. Absolute. Thomas Bradshaw woke with a scream in his throat. He swallowed it back down. The room was...

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