The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had stopped, but the mud remained, thick and black as wet ash, clinging to the soles of my boots as I walked toward the edge of the estate. I was a man who had spent thirty years enforcing the law in a town that did not exist on any map, a place where the boundaries between the living and the dead were drawn in chalk and easily washed away. My name was Arthur, and I was tired in a way...

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