The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the cobblestones of the lower city, turning the ancient, soot-stained brickwork into something slick and treacherous. Elias Thorne stood alone on the balcony of the Ministry of Internal Order, his hands resting on the cold iron railing, watching the fog devour the spires of the capital. He was a man carved from...

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