The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it persisted, a gray, relentless curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the infirmary and the world beyond, creating a sealed chamber of dampness where the air tasted of mold, boiled wool, and the coppery tang of old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the edge of the cot, his hands resting on his knees, fingers intertwined with a tension...

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