The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The watch sat on my wrist. It was not a gift. It was a weight. Brass, heavy and cold, with a face the color of old bone. I had worn it for three days. It did not tick. It never had. In the silence of the cell, the absence of sound was louder than any chime. I was a man who had broken a rule. Not a law of the land, but a law of the house. The house that swallowed us whole. We were the ones who...

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