The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream was always the same, a gray and formless expanse where the horizon refused to settle. In it, Silas Vane walked upon a boundary that was not a line but a membrane, thin as a breath on cold glass. He walked because he had to, because the alternative was to stop, and to stop was to be consumed by the void that pressed against his heels. He did not fear the void. He feared the weight of...

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