The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The chisel snaps against the mortar, and the sound is wet, like a bone breaking under a heavy boot. You stare at the fragment of steel in your hand, the tip bent into a useless hook. Before you, the foundation stone for the new facade weeps. A red slurry, thick and cloying, oozes from the grain of the limestone, pooling in the dust of the workshop floor. It is not rust. It is not paint. You...

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