The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink on this page is still wet, a dark smear that seems to pulse in the candlelight, and I write to you, my brother, from the cold, echoing belly of the Imperial Palace, where the air tastes of sulfur and old dust. I arrived three days ago with the contract for the Grand Hall chandelier, a commission that was meant to be my masterpiece, the final testament to a life spent bending fire to my...

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