The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Act I Did you ever notice how the glass holds the light before it breaks? I was twelve, standing in the center of my father’s banquet, clutching a cracked porcelain locket that held my late mother’s portrait, desperate to prove I was not the fragile, superstitious boy the peers mocked. The room smelled of roasted boar and sulfur, the air thick with the hum of the high-pressure valves that kept...

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