The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. I stood in the doorway of the town hall, my boots squelching in the mud, watching the figures gather on the street below. They were not a crowd, exactly, but a knot of bodies, a tangled mass of wool and wet leather, murmuring in that...

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