The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

"You're late, Thomas." The voice came from the dark. It was not a shout. It was a whisper that cut through the wind like a knife. Thomas did not turn. He stood still. The snow fell on his shoulders. It was soft. It was white. It was silent. He knew the voice. He had known it for ten years. It was the voice of his wife. Or what was left of her. "Did you hear me?" the voice asked. "You are...

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