The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The clay pot shattered against the stone floor, and the sound was not a crash but a wet, tearing shriek, like a throat being opened. Elias Thorne stood in the dim cellar, his hand still raised, the shock of the impact traveling up his arm and settling in the base of his skull. He had wanted to kill the steward, or at least break him, but the thing that had moved in his chest was not rage. It...

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