The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The feast in the Great Hall was a cacophony of clinking silver and strained laughter, a spectacle of opulence that felt hollow against the cold dread settling in Elias Thorne’s stomach. He stood at the periphery, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, watching the King raise a goblet of wine while the High Justiciar, a man named Vane, whispered in his ear. Thorne wanted only to leave, to...

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