The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink in the deed of sale for the Ashworth estate was fading, a slow, chemical bleed that turned the black script into a pale, ghostly grey, and I watched it happen from the magistrate’s desk, my hands trembling not from cold but from the sudden, hollow realization that the paper was losing its memory of my name. I am Elias Ashworth, thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last six months...

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