The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bell cracked. It split the air like a bone. The Great Hall of Oakhaven shook. Dust rained from the rafters. Old Elias sat. He did not stand. He watched the ceiling weep grey powder. His hands were still. He was the Keeper. He had kept the Ledger for forty years. The Ledger was the Law. The Law was the Wall. The Wall kept the Dark out. Or so they said. Now the Wall was broken. A shadow fell...

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