The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the high gallery of the King’s palace tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled deep in the lungs. Sir Aelric stood with his back to the polished obsidian floor, his sword raised not in attack but in a desperate, frozen defense against the weight of the room. He was not a man in the way the court understood men; he was a creature of...

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