The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost on the glass is a lie. You know this. You have always known this. But the pane does not care for your certainty. It holds the cold like a secret. It holds the dark like a promise. You are a clockmaker. Your hands are steady. Your hands are dry. You sit at the bench in the small room above the shop. The room is tight. The air is still. Outside, the world moves. Inside, time stands. A...

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