The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream did not wake Caelan, but it did not let him go, holding him suspended in a grey, viscous limbo where the air tasted of wet limestone and old iron, a sensation that lingered long after his eyes adjusted to the dim, flickering glow of the alabaster sconces that lined the vaulted corridors of the Inquisitor’s Hall. He stood at the top of the Grand Stair, a place where the stone was worn...

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