The Pale Exile
The seal broke first. Not the wax. The meaning. Elara watched the ink bleed. It spread like a bruise across the parchment. Black water. Dark blood. The symbol dissolved. It vanished into the fiber of the paper. Gone. She held the document in her hands. Her fingers were cold. The wind howled outside the carriage. A low, mournful sound. Like a wolf. Or a man. Thomas sat across from her. He did...
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