The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The sky broke open on the morning of the frost. It was not a rain, but a shattering of light, a white violence that erased the distinction between the earth and the air. Caelum stood in the courtyard of the Palace of St. Jude, his small hands pressed flat against the cold iron railing, watching the snow fall in sheets so thick they looked like torn lace. He was twelve, thin as a reed, and he...

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