The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The table was long enough to seat forty, yet it felt crowded with the weight of the harvest moon pressing against the windows of the Barn at Halloway’s Rest. I sat at the far end, my hands folded in my lap, watching the dust motes dance in the beam of the single gas lamp that hung from the center of the room. The air smelled of roasted pork, apple cider, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear...

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