The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink on the magistrate’s letter was still wet, a dark smear against the cream paper that smelled of iron and old dust. My father’s name was printed in the corner, a small, dry fact, but the body of the letter spoke of "insolence" and "disorderly conduct," words that had no place in a document about unpaid grain bills. I held the paper until my knuckles whitened, the fibers pressing into my...

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