The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The cellar was dark. Not the dark of night, but the dark of stone. It smelled of damp earth and old iron. Elias stood by the wall. His back was against the cold rock. He held his shield. The wood was splintered. The rim was cracked. He looked at the crack. It ran like a vein. It ran like a wound. Above them, the floorboards creaked. "Is it done?" a voice asked. It was thin. It was young. Elias...

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