The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bell rang. It was a dull sound. Muttered. Like a cough. Edgar sat at his bench. The wood was rough. It bit into his palms. He did not look up. Outside, the rain fell. Softly. It washed the mud from the cobblestones. The shop was dark. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light. It cut through the window. It landed on a broken chisel. Edgar picked it up. His hands shook. He was a...

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