The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The mud was not merely wet but alive, a thick, sucking entity that pulled at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he hauled the body of a stray dog through the flooded ditch behind the municipal waste plant, the rain hammering against the canvas of his uniform in a relentless, rhythmic assault that felt less like weather and more like a judgment passed by a silent, indifferent court. He did...

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