The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The feast was a cacophony of silver and steam, a violent eruption of light in the darkened hall of the Magistrate’s estate, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the damp, metallic tang of the fog that pressed its grey face against the high, arched windows. You stood at the periphery of this gilded storm, a shadow pinned to the wall by the weight of your own silence,...

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