The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain in Bristol had a way of seeping into the marrow, a cold, persistent damp that felt less like weather and more like a verdict, a slow, gray erasure of the skin that I had carried with me from the other side of the Atlantic, a transatlantic ghost that refused to let go of my bones even as I tried to build a life in this narrow, soot-stained tenement where the walls wept condensation and...

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