The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The iron gates of the Ashen Spire did not open; they dissolved. Elias stood on the precipice of the courtyard, the wind biting at the edges of his tattered coat. He was a man composed of sharp angles and silence, a soldier who had long ago forgotten the face of the enemy but retained the muscle memory of the blade. In his hand, he held the object that had defined the last decade of his life:...

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