The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The canal water in Copenhagen moved like oil, thick and black under the midday sun, reflecting the soot-stained brick of the warehouses that lined the Nørrebro district. It was a heat that pressed against the skin, making the air feel heavy, a physical weight that sat on the chest and made the lungs ache for a breath that would not come. I sat in the back of the tram, my hands resting on the...

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