The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The letter in Vesna’s pocket had grown soft against his hip, a damp weight that pressed against the bone of his thigh as he walked the terraced slopes of the Rift. He remembered the morning he left forty-two of Corvid Lane, the air electric and heavy with the promise of a storm that never quite broke, and the way his brother’s face had twisted in the kitchen doorway, a mask of old, familiar...

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