The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The chisel lay in Elias’s palm, its iron head cold and slick with the sweat of a man who had been fighting for three hours against a fever that tasted of wet limestone. He did not look up from the mortar, which was gray and thick, clinging to his fingers like the skin of a peeled apple, as the corridor outside the infirmary stretched itself out, the stone walls sliding past one another with the...

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