The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky, turning the cobblestones of the old mill district into a slick, reflective mirror that showed only the distorted, weeping faces of those who walked upon them, and it was into this damp, industrial twilight that Elias Thorne stepped, his boots heavy with the mud of...

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