The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The morning mist lay heavy and white against the stone walls of the infirmary, a thick, opaque curtain that smelled of wet wool and decayed timber, obscuring the view of the courtyard where the scrub oaks stood like silent sentinels. Elara Vane, the senior examiner of the plague ward, stood at the head of the cot, her hands resting on the cold iron railings, her eyes fixed on the intricate,...

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