The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain fell like iron filings. It slicked the cobblestones of the High Road, turning them into mirrors for the bruised sky. I walked with my head down, counting the steps. One, two, three. The weight of the box in my arms was not heavy. It was light. Yet it pulled at my shoulders with a gravity that seemed to rise from the earth itself. I had carried it since the village gate. Since the...

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