The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink was wet. That was the first thing Marcus Vane noticed, a slick, glossy smear of black against the stark white of the paper, glistening under the harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights of the precinct’s administrative wing. It was not a signature. It was a symbol, a jagged, angular mark that looked less like a letter and more like a crack in the foundation of the world. He stared at it, his...

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