The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain in the city of Oram was not water, but a slow, grey dissolution of the sky, falling in sheets that turned the cobblestones into mirrors of their own decay. Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the high tower, his hands resting on the iron railing, feeling the cold seep through the leather of his gloves and into the bone of his wrist. Below him, the streets were empty, the citizens of...

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