The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain fell on the thatch of the watchtower. It fell hard. It fell cold. It soaked through the straw. It seeped into the wood. It dripped onto the stone floor. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water run. His hands were still. They were large. They were scarred. They had held a sword. They had held a shield. They had held the throat of a thief. Now they held nothing. The tower was...

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