The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The road was white. Not with snow, for the season was high summer, but with chalk dust. It coated the tongue, the teeth, the back of the throat. It was a fine, dry powder that tasted of old bones. Elias walked. His boots were worn thin. The soles offered no protection against the gravel. Behind him, the cart creaked. It was a heavy thing, oak and iron. It held the weight of his life. Or rather,...

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