The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the cellar did not smell of rot, as one might expect in a place so deep beneath the cobblestones of the ancient capital, but rather of dried lavender and the sharp, metallic tang of old iron. It was a scent that clung to the back of the throat, persistent and strange, like the memory of a word one could no longer quite recall. Silas sat on a wooden stool, his back straight despite...

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