The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bell in the town square rang not for the hour, but for the inspection, a deep, bronze-throated sound that vibrated in the marrow of your bones. You stood at the head of the column, your spine rigid, your eyes fixed on the flagstone beneath your boots. The air was thick with the smell of coal smoke and wet wool, a heavy, industrial blanket that smothered the crisp November chill. Around you,...

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