The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The hammer fell. It struck the iron spike in my hand. Spark. Blood. I did not scream. I counted the beat of my heart. One. Two. Three. The pain was a bright, cold star. It burned in the pit of my stomach. My master, Lord Aldous, watched. He stood in the shadows of the great hall. His face was a mask of stone. He did not look at my eyes. He looked at my wrist. The iron had pierced the flesh. It...

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