The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fire had not yet consumed the last of the timber in the old quarter, a jagged scar of ash and smoke that choked the air and turned the sky into a bruised and trembling thing, yet Sir Aldric stood amidst the ruins with his sword drawn, the steel humming with a low, resonant thrum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of his bones. He was forty years old, a captain of the city watch, and his...

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