The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The letter lay flat on the linoleum, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the archive room. It was a standard municipal form, gray stock, black ink, detailing the final steps for your pension application. You held it by the corner, your fingers trembling so violently that the paper danced like a leaf caught in a draft. The tremor was new, a jagged current running through the fine motor...

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