The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train moved north. It was a long journey. Thomas sat by the window. The glass was cold. He pressed his palm against it. Outside, the fields blurred. They turned into gray streaks. Then they disappeared. There was only the dark. And the sound of the wheels. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. He hid them in his lap. In his pocket, there was a small object. It was a seal. It was...

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