The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The tin scale on the kitchen table had not been calibrated in six years, its needle trembling with a faint, rhythmic tick that sounded like a small animal trapped in the metal casing. I weighed out three grams of the dried leaves, my fingers slick with sweat, the paper wrapper crinkling under my grip. The leaves were pale, almost translucent, a color that seemed to absorb the grey light of the...

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