The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The tin cup sat on the wooden table, its rim worn smooth by years of thumbs and teeth. It was a pale, dented thing, silvered with the grime of a thousand meals and the sweat of a hundred men. Elias Vane held it in his hands, the metal cold against his skin, a small, hard weight in the center of his chest. Outside, the rain drummed against the corrugated iron roof of the guardhouse, a...

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