The Pale Exile

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 08:45:31 -

The Pale Exile

The iron gate was not locked. It was merely held shut by the weight of the night and the silence of the stone. I pushed it open. The hinges screamed, a long, metallic shriek that cut through the fog like a blade through wet cloth. I stood in the courtyard, breathing hard. My hand trembled. Not from cold. From fear. And something worse. Shame. I am a man of the law. Or I was. Now I am just a...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews