The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You stand in the center of the hall. The air is thick. It smells of stale beer and wet wool. Rain hammers the slate roof. You are a guard. Your uniform is stiff. The leather creaks when you turn. Your name is Thomas. You keep your head down. You keep your eyes on the floor. A table stretches before you. It is long. It is dark wood. Candles flicker. They cast long shadows. The shadows dance....

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