The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wax on the seal was red, the color of dried blood, and it sat heavy upon the parchment that lay between us, a silent accusation in the cold air of the throne room. I did not look up from it, for to look up was to admit the weight of the thing, and I was already crushed under the weight of my own silence. You were standing by the iron grate of the floor, where the draft from the cellar rose...

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