The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The chandeliers of the Aethelgard Palace did not merely hang; they hovered, suspended by the collective breath of the three hundred guests who filled the great hall with the scent of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume. Elias stood near the heavy velvet drapes, his glass of claret untouched, watching the King raise a toast to the man seated at the center of the table. That man, Silas Vane,...

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