The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain fell on the grey stone of the Citadel. It was a cold, thin rain that did not wash the streets clean but only made the mud slicker. Captain Elias Thorne walked the corridor. His boots clicked. The sound was sharp. It echoed in the high vault. He held his hand. It was a left hand. The skin was pale. The veins were blue. He had held this hand for three years. It was not his hand. It was...

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