The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The water in the creek had turned a bruised purple, thick and sluggish, moving with a heavy, deliberate slowness that made the air feel stale and wet. It was the smell that hit him first, a cloying, sweet rot that coated the back of his throat, a taste like copper and spoiled milk. Elias Thorne stood on the muddy bank, his boots sinking into the soft earth, and watched the fog roll off the...

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