The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The pale line cuts through the center of the dream again, a stark, chalk-white scar bisecting the thatched roofs of Oakhaven. I wake with the taste of ash on my tongue, the same bitter residue that has haunted my sleep since I arrived in this village three months ago. I am thirty-two years old, an inquisitor of the Order, and I am here to secure my promotion by proving the heresy of Thomas, the...

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