The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The blood on the portrait of your father was wet, a slick, arterial smear that defied the dry, dusty silence of the Thorne Manor library. You stood before the canvas, your hand hovering inches from the painted cheek of a man who had died thirty years ago, your breath catching in a throat that felt too narrow for the scream building inside it. The stench of iron and copper cut through the stale...

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