The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old dust. It hung heavy, a physical weight against the skin. "Look at her," Lord Vane said. His voice was soft. It cut deeper than a shout. Elara stood by the window. The glass was cold. It wept inside. Droplets ran down like tears she would not shed. She was the Keeper of the Archive. The oldest woman in the court. Her hands were dry. The...

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