The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fog did not lift. It never did. It sat heavy and white over the cobblestones of Ashwick, a living shroud that swallowed the spires of the old cathedral and the jagged peaks of the city’s industry. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the harbor, his breath pluming in the cold air. He was a man carved from stone, his face a map of old griefs. He wore the grey coat of a penitent, though no court...

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