The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dust in the Grand Hall was not just dirt; it was the pulverized remains of history, a fine, grey powder that coated the tongue and settled into the creases of the face. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the marble floor, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His uniform, once a crisp, dark blue, was now a tattered thing, stained with sweat and the red rust of old blood. Around...

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