The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fog does not merely obscure; it consumes. You stand in the center of a square that should not exist, the cobblestones slick with a moisture that feels less like water and more like the condensation of a long, held breath. The year is indeterminate, suspended somewhere in the late nineteenth century, yet the architecture around you is wrong. The buildings rise in spirals of iron and glass,...

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