The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The loom clicked in the dark, a rhythmic, wooden heartbeat that seemed to echo the pulse in Elara’s temples. She sat before the half-finished gown, her fingers numb from the cold that had seeped through the floorboards of the shed, the pale blue silk shimmering with a hue that did not exist in daylight. It was midnight in Oakhaven, a village where the mist did not merely hang but breathed, a...

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