The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The coat is gone. That is the first thing you must understand. It is not merely missing. It is absent in a way that defies physics. I left it on the hook by the door. The brass was cold. The wool smelled of rain and old tobacco. Now, there is only a smear of dust where the shoulder once hung. I am standing in the office of Director Sterling. The room is large. Too large. The walls are lined...

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