The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The seal was cold. Elias held it in his right hand. It was a disc of obsidian, smooth as river glass, black as the void between stars. It did not reflect the candlelight. It swallowed it. He sat in the high office of the Imperial Archives. The room was vast and silent. Dust motes danced in the beam of a single window, suspended in the stale air. Outside, the city slept under a blanket of snow....

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