The Pale Exile
October 14, 1893. The ridge is not a line on a map; it is a wound in the earth that refuses to close, and I am here to stitch it shut before the winter sets in. I am Elias Thorne, Captain of the Northern Border Patrol, and I have been ordered to secure the pass at Blackwood Spire, a duty that is less about law and order and more about survival. The blight has moved in from the north, a sentient...
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