The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The alarm did not ring; it shrieked, a digital wail that tore through the sterile, humming quiet of Sector 4’s central processing hub like a physical blade. Elias Thorne did not startle. He did not flinch. He simply opened his eyes, the irises a flat, unblinking grey that reflected the cascading red error logs scrolling across the holographic interface suspended before him. The air in the room...

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