The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The sky tore open. Thunder cracked the ribs of the valley. Rain fell like iron nails. Thomas stood in the mud. He was a warden. He wore the grey coat of the Order. His hands were wet. They were always wet. The water seeped into his bones. It felt like cold lead. Behind him, the gate had broken. The wood splintered. The beast came through. It was not a wolf. It was not a bear. It was a shadow...

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