The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the high, arched windows of the Blackkeep, a sound that seemed to seep through the stone and into the marrow. I sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood worn smooth by centuries of hands that had once sworn oaths of loyalty to a crown that no longer existed. My armor lay in the corner, polished to a...

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