The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink is black, but the mark on the parchment is the color of a bruise. You press the quill to the vellum, and the tip shivers, a tiny, violent tremor that turns the word *Aeternum* into a jagged scar. It is the winter of 1342, and the cold has settled into your knuckles like rust. You are forty-two years old, a scribe of no renown, tasked with copying the final page of the *Codex Aeternum*....

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