The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink on the seal was not black but a deep, arterial crimson that smelled of iron and old blood, a scent that clung to the fingers of Aldous Thorne, the High Inquisitor of the Ashen Court, as he pressed it into the wax with the heavy, deliberate finality of a man who believes he is performing a mercy rather than a murder. He looked up from the document, his eyes, clouded with the cataracts...

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