The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The chisel bites the limestone, a sound like a bone breaking in the dark. You are Elias, forty-two, and your hands are shaking so badly that the stone dust settles in the creases of your palms like snow. The north wall of the chapel is unfinished, a jagged scar against the sky, and the winter rains are three weeks away. You want to finish it. You need to finish it. But the town council, led by...

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