The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had been falling since you left the station, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the village into a dark, slick mirror of the bruised sky above, and you walked with your shoulders hunched against the chill, carrying a leather satchel that felt heavier than the few documents and the small tin of ointment it contained, for the weight of what you were carrying was not...

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