The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream was not of flight, but of the heavy, wet dragging of a limb through mud that had the consistency of old lead, and I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and seemed to persist even as I lay still in the dark of the room, listening to the rhythmic, industrial thrum of the city outside, a sound that vibrated in the bones of the...

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