The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream was always the same, a recurring fever of soot and starlight that pinned Thomas to the edge of his cot in the attic room, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of the iron lungs. He saw the boundary not as a wall, but as a shimmering, vertical tear in the fabric of the night, a path of pale, suspended dust that led nowhere, a line drawn by a god who had lost...

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