The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream came to me not as a vision but as a texture, a coarse, wet grit of soot and rust that coated the back of my throat and settled into the crevices of my fingers, a sensory intrusion so violent and immediate that I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the phantom weight of a ledger in my hands, the numbers on its pages shifting like ants, a dark, writhing colony that I could not...

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