The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain lashed the cobblestones of the lower city, turning the gutters into silver veins that pulsed with the heartbeat of a dying empire. I walked fast, my boots slick, my mind sharper than the blade tucked in my belt. They called me the Warden’s eye. A good title. It implied vigilance. It implied protection. But mostly, it implied that I was blind to everything else, including the truth that...

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