The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The oak in the garden was the first thing I saw when I woke, its branches stripped of leaves and standing against the gray November sky like the ribs of a giant, ancient beast. I lay in the center of the bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, and I felt the weight of the room pressing down on my chest, a physical, suffocating heaviness that had nothing to do with gravity and everything to do...

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