The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream did not begin with light, but with the sensation of falling through a ceiling made of wet, heavy wool, descending into a world where the air tasted of iron and old dust. I opened my eyes to find myself not in the white-walled cell of the Magistrate’s keep, but standing upon a plain of ash that stretched to a horizon bruised with purple clouds. Here, the laws of the waking world had...

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