The Pale Exile
The air in the Grand Atrium of the Whitmore Institute was not merely cold, but possessed of a specific, architectural chill that seemed to permeate the very marrow of the limestone columns, a temperature that had nothing to do with the climate outside and everything to do with the hollow, echoing void of power that occupied the space between the floor and the vaulted ceiling, where the dust...
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