The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The mud sucked at his boots. Elias didn’t care. The pain was a dull, familiar throb in his shins. He stood over the man. The man was young. Too young. His uniform was torn. Blood matted his hair. "Stay down," Elias said. His voice was gravel. The young man coughed. It was a wet, rattling sound. He looked up. His eyes were wide. White. Terrified. "I didn't know," the boy whispered. "I didn't...

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