The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The great hall of the manor house smelled of roasting boar and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that settled into the pores of everyone present as though it were a second skin. I stood in the corner, near the heavy oak doors, feeling the heat of the hearth against my face like the breath of a sleeping beast, while the lords and ladies moved through the center of the room in a slow, circular...

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