The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

"Elara." The voice came from the top of the stairs, dry and thin as parchment tearing. It was not a question. It was a summons. Elara looked down at her hands. They were stained blue-black to the second knuckle. The ink from the ledger had seeped through the cotton of her sleeve, cold and wet against the skin. She wiped her palms on her apron, a useless gesture, and turned toward the sound. The...

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