The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I woke up with my hands fused together, the skin of my palms welded to the backs of my fingers, a grotesque, fleshy knot that pulsed with a dull, red heat. It was a dream, of course, or a fever, but the sensation was so real, so heavy in the wet air of the hotel room, that I lay there for an hour, staring at the darkened window where the city lights bled into the grey pre-dawn fog. My wife,...

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