The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink was already under my fingernails when I finished scraping the frost from the lantern glass, a dark, viscous smear that refused to wash away with the cold water from the bucket. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border warden in the frozen north, and I am writing this from the small, drafty room of my post on the first night of the winter solstice feast, but the words are difficult to set...

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