The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Act I Vĩnh Hung remembered the exact moment the stone cracked, a sound like a dry branch snapping underfoot, which happened three weeks before the final blow to his knees. He stood in the rain at the crumbling gate of the old fortress, his body a map of aches that had no name, only weight. The stone was his mirror, fractured and holding together by will alone, much like the man who guarded it....

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