The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The loom stands silent in the center of the workshop, a wooden skeleton of tension and potential, but the shadow cast by its frame does not obey the sun. It is autumn of 1342, and the light through the high windows is thin, pale, and dying, yet the darkness beneath the warp threads stretches and contracts with a rhythm that is not your own. You, Elias, sit before it, your fingers stained with...

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