The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink was thick and black, clogging the nib of the pen as Elias Thorne held it over the damp page. His hand trembled, not from the cold, though the stone cell was freezing, but from the sheer effort of keeping the letters straight. He was forty years old, a Sergeant of the Border Guard, and he had served for twenty-two of those years, watching the light change from the high windows of the...

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