The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The storm hits the glass with a sound like breaking bone. You are mid-sentence, your mouth open, a word of protest dying on your tongue. The wind is not merely blowing; it is hunting. It presses against the high windows of the Hall, a living thing seeking a crack in the seal. You stand in the center of the room, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old paper. Your sister, Elara, is...

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