The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

March 14 The plaster in the hallway crumbles under my fingernails, falling away in dry, gray flakes that look like ash. I am forty-two years old, a retired police captain with a body that feels like it has been left in the rain too long. My knees ache with a dull, persistent throb that matches the slow, invisible rot I see spreading through the walls of this house. I need to sell it before the...

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