The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain hits the cobblestones with a sound like static. You are bleeding from the nose. The blood is warm, a startling red against the grey wetness of the alley. You hold your left hand over your face, fingers splayed, feeling the slick heat seep through the knuckles. The mirror lies at your feet. It is broken. Not shattered into a thousand shards, but cleaved into two large, jagged halves....

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