The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it was thrown, a cold, gray curtain that blurred the edge of the world and the stone walls of the manor, a relentless percussion against the slate roof that drowned out the thunder in the distance. Inside the solar, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that clung to the skin like a second, unwanted layer. Thomas...

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