The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The mortar was wet and thick against the stone, a slurry of lime and sand that tasted of dust and old regrets as it clung to the trowel in Elias Thorne’s calloused hand. He was high up on the scaffolding of the north tower, the wind pulling at his linen shirt, the city of Oakhaven sprawling below him like a map drawn in grey and brown by a tired cartographer. The task was repair, not creation;...

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