The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain hammers the tin roof of the schoolhouse, a relentless, metallic drumming that vibrates in your teeth. You are standing at the blackboard, chalk dust settling into the creases of your knuckles, your hand trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the words you are forced to say. The room is small, smelling of wet wool and old paper. Twelve pairs of eyes stare back at you, wide...

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