The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The seal on the order was red, a drop of arterial blood pressed into the white vellum. It bore the impression of the Iron Oak, the symbol of the High Command, cracked slightly down the center where the wax had cooled too fast. I held it in my gloved hand, the leather stiff with the cold of the high passes, and watched the ink bleed slightly into the fiber. It was a small thing, a bureaucratic...

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