The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the gravel of the coastal road into a slick, grey mirror, and it was in this wet, breathing landscape that I left my husband for the last time. We stood by the open trunk of our sedan, the engine ticking in the silence, and I watched the mist curl around the tires like smoke from a dying fire. David looked at me with...

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