The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost came down on the valley of Oakhaven not as a gentle powdering of snow, but as a violent, white erasure that swallowed the fields and the fences and the very outlines of the world in a single, suffocating breath. I remember the moment the light died, the way the sun was snuffed out like a candle in a drafty room, leaving us all in a twilight that felt less like evening and more like...

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