The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the earth of the Ashworth estate into a slick, breathing mire that seemed to swallow the light before it could reach the stone walls of the manor. Elias stood at the head of the long, oak table in the cellar, his hands trembling not with cold, but with the terrible, heavy fatigue that had settled into his bones like lead. He was forty years old,...

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