The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The frost had taken the boundary stone by three in the morning, a heavy, white weight that settled into the cracks of the granite like a bruise. Elara stood in the courtyard, counting the hours since the first freeze, her breath pluming in the thin air, while the silence of the orchard pressed against her ears. She needed the deed to the eastern fields before the winter solstice, a task that...

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