The Pale Exile
The fire took the keep. It did not crawl. It erupted. One moment, the night air smelled of damp earth and cold iron. The next, the world was a mouth, wide open, chewing on the timber of the walls. Caelen stood in the courtyard. He did not run. Running was for men who believed the gate would hold. Caelen knew the gate was a lie. He was a soldier of the High Guard. He wore the white cloak, the...
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