The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray veil that hung over the manor house like a shroud, blurring the boundaries between the ancient stone walls and the wet earth beyond, and within this damp, suffocating silence, Elias Thorne, a man whose face was mapped with the deep furrows of a life lived in perpetual calculation and quiet desperation, stood before the great oak doors...

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