The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The house breathed, a vast and rhythmic respiration that filled the corridors with the scent of damp wool and old varnish, and in the center of the grand hall, surrounded by the clinking of crystal and the low, humming murmur of the assembled elite, Julian stood like a statue carved from ice and malice. He was twelve, yet his eyes held the cold, detached assessment of a man who had already...

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