The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the muddy track into a river of brown sludge that sucked at the heels of Edward’s boots as he trudged toward the estate. He was a man of forty-two, though the hollows under his eyes and the grey threading through his beard suggested a face carved from something older, harder, and more brittle than wood. He carried a leather satchel that weighed...

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