The Pale Exile
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Institute for Cognitive Anomalies was a cavern of cold air and sterile, high-intensity lighting that seemed to bleach the color from the walls, leaving only the gray of the linoleum and the pale, translucent quality of the porcelain plates that had been set with a precision that bordered on the ritualistic. It was a feast not of abundance but of containment, a...
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