The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The parchment lay on the workbench, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar. It was a bill of lading, but for something more fragile than wool. You read it twice, the wax seal breaking under your thumbnail with a sharp crack that echoed in the silent workshop. The King’s favor, the commission for the ceremonial cloak, was not a gift; it was a trap set by the Chamberlain, a man whose...

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