The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The King’s cupbearer spilled the wine, a dark red stain spreading across the white linen of the high table, and Sir Aldric did not move to wipe it, his eyes fixed instead on the pale stag standing in the shadow of the archway, its antlers catching the candlelight like broken bone. The feast had been going on for three hours, the roast boar long since picked clean, the lute players exhausted and...

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