The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You are standing in the middle of a room that smells of damp wool and old parchment, and the air is so thick with the weight of unspoken things that it feels like breathing through wet sand, where the light from the high, narrow windows is not really light at all but a pale, sickly mist that settles on the stone floor and refuses to rise, making you feel as though you have been submerged in a...

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