The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink was three days old, and it had not dried. You counted the strokes on the parchment as you mixed the soot with the gum arabic, a ritual of precision that felt less like work and more like a prayer to a god who had stopped listening. One for the date. Two for the name. Three for the seal. The Royal Seal of Oakhaven, a jagged circle of authority that you were forbidden to replicate, yet...

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