The Pale Exile
The door is locked. You check it again. The metal is cold. You check it a third time. "Are you coming, Elias?" The voice is soft. It cuts through the silence of the room. It cuts through the tension in your jaw. "I am here." You do not turn around. You cannot turn around. If you turn, you will see her face. If you see her face, you will break. You are holding something. You are holding your...
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