The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain against the windowpanes of Ashworth Manor was a persistent, rhythmic tapping that Elara had long since learned to ignore, yet tonight it seemed to echo the frantic beating of her own heart as she stared at the silver brooch pinned to the bodice of her white dress. It was a small, intricate thing, a family heirloom that had passed from her father to her husband, and now to her, but in...

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