The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I woke with the taste of chalk in my mouth, a dry, white dust that coated my tongue and stuck to the roof of my palate, and I knew before I opened my eyes that the dream had not released me, that it had only tightened its grip around my throat, pulling the air from my lungs in slow, suffocating sips that left me gasping and trembling in the dark of the small bedroom that smelled of damp wool...

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