The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost had settled on the heath like a shroud that refused to lift, a pale and intricate lacework that covered the dead grass and the scattered stones with a deceptive, gentle silence that only deepened the cold biting at the edges of Sir Alaric’s armor. He walked with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man whose joints had begun to betray the very steel he had spent a lifetime polishing,...

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