The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You wake with the taste of copper on your tongue. It is a metallic, sharp flavor, the taste of old pennies and new blood. You are lying on the cold tile floor of the precinct’s holding cell. The fluorescent light above you hums a low, sick note. It vibrates in your teeth. You blink. The world is blurry. Then it sharpens. You are still wearing your jacket. Look at it. The fabric is torn. A long,...

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