The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost had not yet taken the blackberry brambles behind the manor, but the air held a sharpness that bit at the exposed skin of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s hands as he stood in the long, shadowed corridor of Highgate Hall, watching the door close on the figure of his daughter, Elara. She was leaving for the city, for the university, for a life that was already beginning to distance itself from...

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