The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The notice was pinned to the chapel door with a single rusted nail, the paper yellowed and brittle at the edges, the ink smudged where the rain had found its way in before the winter set in. I December 14, 1912. The smell of wet stone and old wax is all that remains of the morning. I spent the hours scraping the grime from the altar stone, my hands raw and red from the cold, the cough sitting...

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