The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The seal was cracked. Elara sat before the window. The glass was thin. Outside, the snow fell. It fell without sound. It fell without end. Inside, the air was cold. It smelled of wax. It smelled of old blood. She held the coin. It was silver. It was cold. The face on it was her father’s. But it was wrong. The eyes were closed. The mouth was a line. A tight, cruel line. He had given it to her....

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