The Pale Exile
The frost that had sealed the valley in a white, suffocating silence for three weeks finally began to crack and weep under the relentless, indifferent gaze of a sun that seemed less like a celestial body and more like a bleaching agent, stripping the life from the skeletal trees and the frozen mud of the road until the world looked less like a place where people lived and more like a painting...
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