The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The glass in my left hand was not merely a vessel; it was a fracture line in the reality of the High Commission, a jagged echo of the silence that now hung in the air like stale smoke. I held it up, the shards catching the cold, fluorescent light of the executive floor, and watched the light bend through the broken edges, distorting the view of the city below into a smear of grey and steel. My...

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