The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink in the vial before you is not black, but a pale, bone-white slurry that smells faintly of iron and old rain, and you sit in the scriptorium of the Abbey of St. Jude with your hands trembling so violently that the quill scratches a jagged, meaningless line across the vellum, a fracture in the sacred text that mirrors the creeping numbness in your fingers, a numbness that has spread from...

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