The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream had teeth. It was a jagged, white thing, grinding against the back of Elias’s skull. He woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the cold damp of the cell seeping into his woolen shirt. He was not in a cell. He was in the King’s Antechamber, a room of polished oak and silent marble, but to Elias, it felt like a tomb. He looked at his hands. They were trembling. Not from cold. From...

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