The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The heavy oak door of the manor swung inward with a groan that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards, settling into the silence of the hall with a dull, final thud. Elias stood in the threshold, his coat damp from the rain, his breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts that misted in the cold air of the foyer. He was a creature of the margins, a man whose very existence felt like a draft under...

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