The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The hand you left behind is still warm. You know this because you have held it for three days, the fingers stiffening against the cold stone of the dungeon floor, the palm flat and open as if it had been waiting for a coin that never came. It is not a ghost, nor a trick of the lantern light that flickers like a dying breath in the drafty room. It is flesh. It is yours. Or it was, before the...

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