The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The coffee cup in your hand is cold, the surface of the liquid a dark, still mirror that refuses to reflect the fluorescent hum of the precinct. You are holding it like a talisman, a small, fragile thing against the weight of the years you have carried in your bones. It is 3:00 AM in a city that never truly sleeps, only shifts its weight from one side of the street to the other. The rain taps...

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