The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The seal sits in your palm. It is warm, not from the sun, but from the blood of the hand that pressed it into the clay. You hold it up to the grey light of the attic window. The metal is tarnished, dark with age, but the engraving is sharp. A serpent eating its own tail. You know this symbol. You have seen it in the books your father kept locked in the basement. You have seen it on the rings of...

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