The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone. The air was thick, heavy with the smoke of a hundred tallow candles. Margaret stood by the hearth. She watched the flames. They danced like restless spirits. She did not blink. She never blinked in the dark places. Her husband sat at the high table. Thomas. His face was a mask of stone. He ate. He drank. He said nothing. The court was silent. The...

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