The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream began not with light, but with the sound of wood splintering. It was a dry, sharp crack, like a bone breaking in a silent room. In the dream, Elias stood in the center of the library, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old paper. Around him, the shelves bowed under the weight of their contents, the books swelling, their spines bulging as if they contained living things. He...

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