The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You step off the rusted iron carriage with a knee that pops audibly in the cold November air, the sound sharp and brittle like a twig snapping underfoot, a small, involuntary confession of the decay that has been eating away at your joints for the last decade, while the fog rolls in from the River Ouse, thick and wet, smelling of coal smoke and wet wool and the damp, rotting leaves that have...

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