The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train screamed. It tore through the fog. The fog was thick. It smelled of coal. It smelled of rot. Elias pressed his face to the glass. The glass was cold. It bit his cheek. He did not flinch. He was leaving. The station was empty. The lamps flickered. They buzzed like flies. Elias watched his reflection. It was distorted. It was pale. It looked sick. It looked old. He was thirty-two. He...

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