The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The bell rang. It was a harsh, metallic shriek that tore through the damp air of the hall. I stood in the center of the circle. My hands were fists. My knuckles bled. The blood was red. It was too red. It stained the gray stone floor. I watched it spread. It looked like a flower. It looked like a wound. The teachers stood in a row. They wore gray robes. Their faces were masks. They did not...

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