The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

October 12, 1998 I have written Clara’s name on the ledger page again, in pencil, so that if I look away too long, the ink might fade into the grain of the paper. She has been gone for three days now, and the hum in Oakhaven has grown louder, a low-frequency vibration that sits in the teeth and the hollows of the chest. It is not a sound so much as a pressure, a heavy, wet thing that presses...

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