The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Could a woman’s hands, stained with the same ink that bound a man to his fate, ever wash clean of the guilt she carried? Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‍⁠‍⁠‍‌‍‌⁠‍⁠⁠‌‍‌‌‍‍⁠⁠⁠‌‍‍‍‍‍⁠⁠⁠‌‍⁠‌‌‍⁠‍‍‍ Lupita Cabrera sat in the back room of the nail salon, the air thick with the chemical bite of acetone and the damp, physical weight of the wet season that refused to break. It was Saturday, the...

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