The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train cut through the grey expanse of the North, a steel needle stitching together the jagged edges of a country that seemed to dissolve into mist the further one traveled from the city. Elara Vane sat with her hands folded in her lap, the velvet pouch beneath her palms heavy with the weight of silver shards, a physical anchor in a world that had begun to feel porous and unreliable. She was...

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