The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The jar was empty, but the residue on the glass was thick, grey, and cold. Elias wiped the rim with his thumb, smearing the powder into the grain of the wood table. It smelled of wet earth and old iron. Outside, the fog had swallowed the street, turning the gas lamps into blurred, weeping eyes. He could hear the wind rattling the windowpane, a dry, skittering sound like dry leaves scraping...

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