The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wind howls through the gaps in the mortar, a sound like a man trying to scream with his mouth full of stones. I am Thomas, thirty-two years old, and I have served this city for ten years. I want to clear my name before the winter gales strip the paint from the gates. The stone wall beside me is cracked, a jagged line running from the foundation to the top, mirroring the fracture in my own...

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