The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, a metallic sweetness that clung to the back of my throat like a lie. The air in the chamber was thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool and the slow, sweet decay of lilies left too long in a vase. I lay still, listening to the heartbeat of the house, a rhythm as slow and deep as a tide turning in a hidden cove. This was not the dream of...

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