The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had stopped, but the mud remained, sucking at Elias Thorne’s boots as he climbed the gravel drive. The estate, once a symbol of their family’s quiet prominence, now leaned into the twilight like a tired man. Elias adjusted the collar of his coat, the silk lining scratching against his neck. He was forty-two, a former diplomat whose career had ended in a blur of whispered rumors and...

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