The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Elias hammered the nail. The sound was a dull thud against the wood. He did not look up. The hammer was heavy. His arms trembled. Sweat stung his eyes. He blinked. The sweat kept coming. The nail was crooked. He pulled it out. He hammered it again. Straight this time. He took a breath. The air tasted of sawdust and stale beer. He was in the cellar. The door was locked from the outside. He had...

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