The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet copper and old stone, clinging to the high walls of the Ministry of Civic Order where the light had not been properly adjusted in forty years, and I stood in the center of the Grand Hall, my boots soaking through the polished marble, watching the oak doors at the far end of the corridor sway in a...

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