The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The castle burned before I even reached the gate. It was not a dramatic blaze. It was a slow, suffocating gray, the smoke thick enough to taste on the tongue, metallic and old. I stood on the muddy path, my boots sinking into the wet earth, watching the spires of Blackwood Manor dissolve into the twilight. My brother, Arthur, was inside. Or what was left of him. We had been fighting for three...

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