The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The iron gate groaned. You knew the sound. It was the voice of the old world, rusted and reluctant, speaking from the throat of the estate. You stood in the courtyard, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword. The metal was cold. It had always been cold. You were the keeper of the perimeter, the shadow that the masters ignored until they needed it to bite. The house loomed above you. It...

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