The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost did not merely settle on the moors of Aethelgard; it seeped into the marrow of the living, a cold so absolute it seemed to freeze the very air into a brittle glass. Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, her breath misting in the grey dawn, and felt the familiar, dull ache in her fingers. For twenty years, she had been the keeper of the silence, the woman who spoke the names of the...

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