The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The warden’s hand was steady as it plucked the white moth from Elias’s collar, the pin glinting under the fluorescent tube. Elias did not reach for it. He watched the fingers, calloused and stained with ink from the ledger he carried in his breast pocket, close around the fragile wings. The air in the dormitory smelled of damp wool and boiled cabbage, a thick, greasy scent that clung to the...

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