The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ballroom of the Grand Hotel was a suspended entity, a vast, circular void of polished mahogany and chandelier light that seemed to exist outside of time, or perhaps within a time so dense and viscous that movement through it required a kind of muscular exertion, a deliberate wading through the air which smelled of expensive perfume, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of anxiety that...

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