The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink is dry, Elias, the Chancellor said, his voice a dry leaf skittering over stone. You have failed the seal again. You looked down at your left hand. The parchment lay on the oak desk, the decree of the King’s final pension, the words you had copied for thirty years of service. But the ink was not black. It was a chalky white, a bone-dust that crumbled when you brushed it with your thumb....

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