The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The city of Oakhaven does not breathe. It holds its breath. You know this because the air is thick with the smell of wet stone and the sharper, metallic tang of fear. You are walking. Your shoes are soft leather, worn thin at the toes, but your feet are numb. You do not feel the cold. The cold is a distant thing, a concept in a book you used to read by the fire. Now the cold is inside you. It...

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