The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ivy had been growing on the north face of the Whitmore manor for three hundred years, a thick, suffocating green tapestry that drank the weak winter light and held it close to its roots, and I stood at the base of the wall with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my wool coat, watching the tendrils pulse with a slow, deliberate hunger that seemed to mirror the tightening of my own...

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