The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train did not arrive at the station; it simply ceased to be a vehicle of transport and became a vessel of memory, the wheels dissolving into the white, static snow that blanketed the platform of the University of St. Jude’s in a quiet, aggressive silence. I stood there, my breath forming small, fragile clouds that the cold air snapped apart, holding a leather folio against my chest as if it...

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