The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Salt does not forgive. It only remembers, in the grainy white silence of a world that has forgotten how to speak. I woke before the sun, the taste of brine thick on my tongue, and the dream of the white bird still clutched in my fist, its beak stained with the black ink that had consumed my sleep. It was the third day of the drought, and the air in the temple garden hung heavy with the dry heat...

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