The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The stone of the abbey did not sleep, even when the sun bled out behind the jagged teeth of the northern hills. It held its breath, a cold, gray lung expanding and contracting with the rhythm of the wind that howled through the broken window frames of the refectory. Maud sat on the floor, her back pressed against the rough-hewn wall, her fingers tangled in the matted hair of the small, silent...

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