The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The blade breaks against your ribs. You do not scream. Pain is a distant thing, a bell ringing in another room. The man who struck you is a shadow, a smear of black wool and iron. You know his face, or you think you do. It is blurred by sweat and blood. You are on the floor. The stone is cold. It seeps into your skin. You are a soldier. You are a warden. You are a man who has kept the peace for...

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