The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I woke with the taste of copper and old rain on my tongue, the ceiling above me a pale, indifferent sky that seemed to press down on the crown of my head with the weight of a centuries-old judgment. The house was quiet, that specific, heavy silence that settles into the bones of the old Victorian manor on the edge of the moor, a silence that did not merely exist but watched. I lay still for a...

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