The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink was still wet on the ledger when the rain began to tap against the windowpane of my workshop. It was a heavy, persistent rain, the kind that seeps into the bones and makes the joints ache with a dull, familiar throbbing. I sat in the dim light of the desk lamp, the air thick with the scent of cedar shavings and old paper, and I watched the droplets trace their erratic paths down the...

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