The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The glass shattered. Not loudly. It simply ceased to be whole. Julian watched the fragments fall into the dark. They were beautiful. Prisms of cold light. He picked up a shard. It cut his thumb. A drop of blood. Red against the white porcelain. He was alone in the archive. The air smelled of dust and ozone. The hum of the servers. The heartbeat of the machine. This was the heart of the Empire....

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