The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The iron gate of the Abbey of St. Cuthbert’s, once polished to a mirror shine by generations of faithful hands, now wept with rust, the orange corrosion bleeding down the stone like a slow, chronic hemorrhage that no amount of prayer could staunch. I stood before it, my back aching with the peculiar, hollow weight of a man who has carried a shield for so long that his spine has forgotten how to...

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