The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dampness in the basement of the Oakhaven Municipal Archives did not smell of mold or rot, but of a cold, mineral silence that seemed to seep through the soles of my shoes and settle into the marrow of my bones. I was forty-two years old, a junior archivist with a tenure that felt less like a right and more like a precarious lease, and for three months I had been hunched over the...

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