The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray mist that seeped into the bones of those who walked the ancient, moss-eaten stones of the Citadel, a place where the air itself seemed to possess a heavy, wet weight that pressed against the temples and dulled the sharp edges of thought, forcing the mind to slow down to the rhythmic, creaking pace of the oaks that leaned...

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