The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The sound of the breaking is not a crash but a long, wet tearing, like the rippling of a sheet pulled off a bed in a drafty room, and you are standing in the center of the gallery with your hands raised in a futile, defensive posture, the air around you thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lilies, the flowers that had been arranged in the crystal vases on the plinths now lying in shreds...

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