The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The blood on your knuckles is not yours. It is dark and viscous, mixing with the grime of the wall. You press your back against the cold concrete. The room spins, or perhaps it is the fluorescent light that buzzes like a dying wasp, stroboscopic and cruel. Your adversary stands over you. He is tall. His uniform is pristine. The insignia on his chest glows under the harsh light. It is a symbol...

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