The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The glass shatters. It is not a loud sound. It is a bright, cold snap, like a bone breaking in a frozen field. You watch the pieces fall. They scatter across the concrete floor of the workshop, catching the gray light from the high windows. Each shard holds a fragment of the world. A sliver of blue sky. A curl of brown earth. A piece of your own reflection, fractured and strange. You do not...

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