The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The noise hits you first. It is a low, grinding hum that vibrates in your molars, a sound so constant it stops being noise and becomes the texture of the air itself. You are in the middle of the street. Not walking. Standing. Frozen. They are shouting. "Get down!" You do not get down. You stand with your hands at your sides, your arms straight, your fingers splayed. You feel the heat of the...

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