The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The hall smells of roasted duck and spilled wine. You stand by the pillar. Your hands are steady. They are always steady now. You cut the meat. You eat. The chair is hard. The floor is cold stone. You count the chandeliers. Three. Gold leaves. They tremble slightly. The music plays a waltz. It is a fast waltz. You do not dance. You are a fighter. You are a weapon. Weapons do not dance. Weapons...

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