The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You wear the gray suit. It fits. You cut the sleeves. You cut them short. The cuffs are bare. The fabric is thin. It is July. The air is thick. It sits on your chest. You breathe. You breathe hard. The town watches. You walk. Your shoes click. The sound is sharp. It cuts the silence. The silence is heavy. It presses against your ears. You do not look up. You look at the ground. The pavement is...

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