The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The carriage wheels groaned against the frozen rut of the King’s Highway, a sound like dry bones grinding together in the dark. Silas Vane sat with his back pressed firmly against the velvet seat, his eyes fixed on the passing fields which were stripped bare by the November wind. He was a man of iron, or so the papers had said before the verdict, a soldier of the Crown who had broken the back...

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