The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Chapter One I lashed the final strap to the chariot axle, my hands raw from the rope, while the drying wind split the fruit in the orchard into papery shards. The village elder, Old Man Halloway’s predecessor, watched from the porch and did not speak, his face a mask of stone that matched the funerary mask I kept in my pocket, an imperfect likeness of my father. I needed the coin. I needed it...

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