The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The tea was too hot. I held the cup with both hands, letting the steam curl against my face, trying to gauge the temperature of the air in the room. It was a cold, sterile heat, the kind that comes from electric radiators in government buildings. I am a senior officer in the Ministry of Internal Security. My title is long. My hands are small. I have spent thirty years reading files, watching...

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