The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The garden is dead. You know this before you open your eyes. You know it because the air tastes of rot and old iron, a flavor that has settled into your sinuses since you were a girl. You wake in the high tower, the window facing east, where the light should be golden but is instead the color of bruised skin. The stone is cold against your back. You do not move. You never move until the sun has...

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