The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wool frayed at the ends, a grey threadbare thing that had once belonged to Sergeant Major Halloway, and I counted the knots in the weave as I waited for the heater to kick on, each loop a small, stubborn knot in the cold that had settled into my marrow. I had been stripped of my badge three weeks prior, the metal taken from my belt in a ceremony so quiet it was almost polite, leaving me...

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