The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, the weight of the stone ceiling pressing against my sternum as if the very architecture of the keep had decided to crush me in my sleep. The room was dim, lit only by the thin, sickly sliver of light that cut through the narrow arrow slit, illuminating the motes of dust that danced in the stagnant air like the souls of the dead, refusing...

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