The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain against the high, frosted windows of the infirmary did not fall so much as it was exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh from a sky that had forgotten how to weep, leaving Eleanor Ashworth sitting in the center of the tiled floor, her back pressed against the cold iron radiator, watching the single, shattered pane of glass in the corner of her eye where the light should have been, but was...

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