The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The snow is deep. It bites. You hold the box. It is heavy. The wood is cold. Your hands shake. You do not stop. You walk. The road is white. The sky is grey. The wind cuts. You feel the cold in your bones. It is a sharp pain. You are old. Your knees ache. You walk on. The village is ahead. Smoke rises. It curls. It smells of coal and wood. You know this smell. You know the cold. You know the...

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