The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You are asleep, or perhaps you are waking, for the line between the two has grown thin as spider silk in this place where the air tastes of copper and stale honey. You find yourself standing in a corridor that stretches longer than any hallway in your modest office on the fourth floor, a place where the carpet is thick and red, swallowing the sound of your footsteps, and the portraits on the...

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