The Pale Exile

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2026-08-22 13:40:15 -

The Pale Exile

The matchbook is dry. It sits in my palm, the cardboard worn soft by years of fidgeting, the phosphorus head flaked away to a dull white nub. I hold it up to the light, turning it over, watching the dust motes dance in the shaft of afternoon sun that cuts through the hallway window. It is a trivial thing, a piece of trash from a gas station, but it is the only thing I have left that feels...

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