The Pale Exile
I woke in the grey silence of the room where the light did not seem to come from any window, but rather seeped up from the floorboards themselves, a cold, damp luminescence that felt less like illumination and more like exposure. I was wearing my old coat, the heavy wool one that had seen me through the long winters in the north, but here it felt wrong, too heavy, too thick against the skin, as...
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