The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The snow in Oakhaven did not fall; it settled, a grey weight that pressed the town into silence. Silas Vane walked the frozen track toward the magistrate’s office, his boots crunching against the ice that had formed over the packed mud. He was thirty years old, a surveyor with ink-stained fingers and a debt that ate at his sleep. The town knew him as the son of the man who had stolen their...

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