The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The winter air in the valley was not merely cold but possessed a physical weight, a dense and freezing substance that seemed to settle into the bones and linger there long after the breath had left the lungs, and it was in this atmosphere of profound and biting silence that Sergeant Elias Thorne found himself standing at the edge of the river, the water churning below him in a rhythmic and...

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