The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The iron gate of the Abbey of St. Jude was not merely closed; it was fused to the earth by centuries of rust and the weight of unspoken oaths, a heavy, breathing thing that marked the boundary between the world of the living and the stagnant, holy silence within. Inside, the air tasted of damp stone, dried lavender, and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that Elias Thorne had learned to...

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