The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the chapel was not merely cold; it was a living thing, a pale, viscous substance that settled in your lungs and refused to leave. You stood in the center of the nave, the stone floor freezing through the soles of your shoes, while the congregation sat in the pews behind you, their breath misting in the stagnant air. The building was old, older than the village, older perhaps than the...

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