The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a pervasive, industrial mist that clung to the wool of coats and the iron of the streetlamps, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors of gray and black. Elias Thorne walked through this damp suspension, his heavy boots striking a rhythmic, hollow note against the pavement, a sound that seemed to be swallowed instantly by the thick,...

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