The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The notice lay on the counter, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the bank. It was a standard form, typed in a font that looked like it had been hammered out by a machine designed to crush hope. My husband’s watch, seized for unpaid debts, was to be sold on the fourteenth. I stared at the date. Three days. The paper smelled of ink and old dust, a scent that clung to the back of my...

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