The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain in the Sector did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, grey mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s uniform and seeped into the marrow of his bones. He stood in the center of the rotunda of the Old Exchange, the floorboards beneath his boots groaning under the weight of centuries of accumulated sorrow. The building was a skeleton of gothic ambition, its arches...

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