The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The quill snapped against the parchment, a dry, brittle crack that echoed in the vaulted silence of the archive, and Elias Thorne did not flinch, only pressed his thumb harder against the bleeding point of his left eye until the pain blurred the ink into a smear of black. He was looking for the deed, the specific, crumbling scrap of vellum that would prove the town council had stolen the Thorne...

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