The Pale Exile
Chapter One "Do you know what a debt of blood is, Baptiste?" The question hung in the air of the storeroom, sharp and cold as the November drizzle beating against the single, grimy window. Baptiste Sabatier did not answer. He stood behind the pawn counter, his hands resting on a stack of confiscated goods, his eyes fixed on the last menu card from the restaurant that had closed six months ago....
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