The Pale Exile
The sky above the valley of Aethelgard did not break; it dissolved, a sheet of hammered lead turning into a slurry of ash and rain that fell not upon the earth but through it, a vertical dissolution that erased the boundary between the sky and the soil in a single, breathless moment. It was in this moment of total erasure that Julian Thorne, a man whose life had been defined by the rigid...
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