The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train that carried me into the valley of Oakhaven was not merely a vehicle of transit but a vessel of judgment, rattling over the iron bones of the earth with a rhythm that felt less like mechanical motion and more like the heavy, arrhythmic beating of a diseased heart. I sat in the corner of the third-class carriage, my hands folded tightly in my lap, the fabric of my skirt worn thin at...

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