The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The High Inquisitor did not look at Elias Thorne. He looked at the document in his hands, his lips moving silently as if tasting the words for impurities. Elias stood in the center of the cold stone floor, his hands trembling so violently that he had to clench them into fists to stop the shaking. He was thirty-four years old, a clerk of the diocese for twelve years, and he had come here seeking...

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