The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The iron key sat in the pocket of his tunic. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing that had not changed. Thomas stood alone in the snow. The wind howled through the pines, a low, mournful sound like a dying beast. He looked at the key. He touched it. The metal bit into his palm. He was a soldier. He had sworn an oath. The oath was broken. The oath was a lie. The key was true. He had...

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