The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream came to him not as a vision, but as a weight, a physical crushing of the air in his lungs. Professor Alistair Thorne woke with his mouth dry, the taste of iron on his tongue. The room was dark, save for the sliver of moonlight that cut across the floorboards like a blade. He lay still, listening to the silence. It was not a peaceful silence. It was the silence of a held breath, of a...

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