The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the throne room tasted of copper and stale incense. Elara stood before the dais, her fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a small, rusted knife she had hidden in her sleeve. The Grand Duchess sat in the shadows, a silhouette of velvet and silence, her face obscured by the high collar of her gown. Elara’s brother, Thomas, had been in the debtors’ pit for three days. The guards...

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