The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, reflective pools where the lantern light fractured into a thousand trembling, sickly jewels, and I sat in the damp corner of the tavern, my hands wrapped around a cup of ale that had long since gone cold, listening to the silence that hummed inside my own skull like a...

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