The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The sky splits open not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk, and the village of Oakhaven burns in a silence that is louder than any scream. You stand in the center of the main square, your uniform crisp, your rifle held at your side, but you know it is useless. The fire does not consume wood; it consumes time. It eats the cobblestones, the church spire, the faces of the neighbors...

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