The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You are bleeding. The iron taste is thick in your mouth. It coats the tongue. It dries on the lips. You taste your own end. It is sweet. It is rust. The sword is in your hand. It is heavy. It is wet. You are in the cellar. The stone is cold. The air is still. You are alone with the dead. Or you think you are. The light is low. A single torch burns in the iron sconce. It spits sparks. The...

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