The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The smell of damp plaster and rotting oak hits you before the sound does, a thick, cloying scent that coats the back of your throat as you stand in the hallway of the Thorne estate. "Elias," the voice calls from the front room, sharp and thin, cutting through the heavy air. It is not Julian’s voice, but the house itself, or perhaps the ghost of the house, speaking your name with the finality of...

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