The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet iron and the sound of a bell that did not ring. Elias Thorne stood in the center of a circular room paved with black slate, the air thick with the static charge of a storm that refused to break. He was not sleeping. He was awake, but the world outside the window was a smear of gray water, and the only thing that felt real was the weight...

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