The Pale Exile

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2026-08-19 17:03:41 -

The Pale Exile

The rain has not stopped in three days, a gray curtain that dissolves the boundary between the mud of the courtyard and the sky above it. You stand at the threshold of the keep, your hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword you no longer feel, the metal cold and indifferent against your palms. You are looking at the tree. It is an oak, ancient and gnarled, standing alone in the center of the...

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