The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Aino Salonen, the bridge carpenter of the lakeside parish, stood in the damp ruin of the old border fortress, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, domestic certainty that the mortar crumbling beneath his fingers was turning to black ash, a physical transfer of decay that marked him as the one who had failed to hold the line. The smell hit him first, a thick, sulfurous...

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