The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bell tolled once. Then the sky split open. It was not thunder. It was the sound of the world’s spine breaking. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the parapet of St. Jude’s Bastion, his hand gripping the iron railing until the metal bit into his palm. Below, the valley of Oakhaven was consumed by a fog so thick it looked like spilled milk. But it was not fog. It was ash. It was the breath of the...

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