The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain against the glass of the observation cell was not a sound but a texture, a wet, persistent friction that seemed to erode the very air inside the room, leaving behind a stale, metallic taste that coated the back of Sergeant Major Elias Thorne’s tongue and settled into the crevices of his knuckles, which had begun to swell and redden in the damp, a slow, internal fire that started in the...

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