The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

It was the apples. That was the first thing I noticed. The way they sat on the table, red as old bruises. My father did not look at them. He looked at the floor. He looked at his hands. He looked at me, but he did not see me. He saw something else. Something behind me. Something that was not there. "You broke it," he said. I did not break it. I had not touched it. I stood by the door. I held my...

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