The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost came first. It crept under my door like a thief. I woke to the cold. The glass was white. I looked out. The town was sleeping. But the ice was not sleeping. It was growing. I am not from here. I am from the river. I am the water that froze. My name is Elian. They call me the stranger. They say I bring the cold. They say I bring the death. I do not argue. I am too tired to argue. My...

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