The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wine was thick as blood, and the candles in Lord Malverne’s great hall burned with a steady, predatory hunger. Elias Thorne sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands folded over his knees, watching the servants carry out trays of roasted swan and spiced honey cakes. He was thirty-two, lean and sharp-featured, with eyes that had seen too many confessions and too few absolutions. He...

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