The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The brass key in your hand is cold, a dead weight that has absorbed the dampness of the cellar where it sat for twenty years, and you turn it over in your fingers, feeling the grit of old rust against the skin as you stand in the doorway of the abandoned watchtower at the edge of the highland fog. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you have spent twenty-two years walking this line, counting...

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