The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bread in the cellar was stale, but it held a strange, dense weight that defied its dryness. Thomas sat on the stone floor, his back against the cold brick, and peeled a flake from the heel of a loaf. It was not white. It was the color of old ash, gray and granular, like the dust that settled on the windowsills of the Abbey. He chewed slowly, feeling the texture grind between his teeth. It...

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