The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The tower stood in the center of the courtyard. It was made of white stone. It had no door. It had no windows. Only a single slit near the top. I stood at the base. My hands were cold. The air was thin. I looked up. The stone was smooth. It reflected the sky. It reflected me. I was small. I was pale. I held the key. It was iron. It was cold. I had carried it for years. My friend was gone. He...

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