The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train left at dawn. It was a gray, slurry morning, the kind that seemed to dissolve the edges of the world into a thick, wet fog. Elias stood on the platform, his breath misting in the cold air. He held a small, burlap sack in his hand. Inside, wrapped in a layer of oilcloth, was a single, withered stalk of white asphodel. It had been dead for three days. The leaves were brown and brittle,...

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