The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fire in the Great Hall did not roar; it whispered, a dry, papery susurration that seemed to come from the bones of the building itself. You stood at the edge of the dais, your hands clasped behind your back, the leather of your gloves creaking softly in the stagnant air. The heat was a physical weight, pressing against your forehead, drying the sweat that had begun to bead there. You were...

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