The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You wake in the heavy, blue-tinged dark before dawn, the air in the small barracks room thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old iron, a place where the silence is not an absence of sound but a presence, a physical weight that presses against your eardrums and settles in the marrow of your bones. The light from the single window is a pale, sickly sliver, cutting...

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