The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost did not simply arrive; it settled into the marrow of the city like a slow, grey tide, creeping up from the cobblestones to lock the joints of the ancient spires and the bones of the men who wandered them, and you found yourself standing on the bridge of St. Jude’s, watching the water below churn with a silence that was louder than any scream, while the bells of the cathedral tolled a...

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