The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You stand at the edge of the marsh, the mud sucking at your boots with a wet, mechanical patience. The air is thick, heavy with the rot of peat and the metallic tang of the coming storm. You are alone here, or so you think. The village of Harrowgate is a cluster of slate and shadow behind you, silent and waiting. You have come to the boundary. The path ends. The fence is broken, the wire rusted...

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