The Pale Exile

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2026-08-18 20:22:28 -

The Pale Exile

You wake before the sun has dared to touch the horizon, the air in the bedchamber thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that has seeped into the floorboards. Your hand, the one that was not the left, feels heavy, a slab of wood and bone that no longer quite belongs to the body it moves within, and you look at it in the dim gray light, turning it over to...

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