The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink on the parchment was still wet, a glossy black smear that caught the grey light of the magistrate’s office, when Elias Thorne realized his hand had stopped moving. He was forty years old, a scribe who had spent two decades in the southern courts copying deeds and tax rolls, and then he felt the weight of his exile settle into his bones like a damp chill. He had come to Oakhaven with his...

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