The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The truck’s suspension groaned against the loose scree of the high desert, a rhythmic, metallic complaint that matched the hollow ache in Elias Thorne’s chest. He was fifty-two years old, a man whose face had been weathered by twenty years of standing watch on the border, and he drove with the mechanical precision of a soldier who had long since stopped asking why he marched. In the back of the...

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