The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink bled into the vellum not like a stain but like a wound, a dark, wet fissure that tore through the parchment with a sound that was less audible than it was felt, a vibration in the bone that Elias Thorne had spent the last decade learning to read as the language of his own impending dissolution. He sat in the antechamber of the High Court, the air thick with the scent of tallow and old...

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