The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You wake not with a start, but with a slow, viscous settling, as if your bones are finally accepting the weight of the water that surrounds them. The dream has not ended; it has merely changed its density. In the dream, you were a vessel of pale glass, thin as an onion skin, held in the hands of a giant who smelled of wet stone and old iron. You tried to speak, but your mouth was sealed, a...

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