The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fluorescent lights of the sub-basement detention wing hummed with a frequency that David Thorne felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his bones, a low, persistent vibration that seemed to dissolve the very architecture of his sense of self. He sat alone in the center of the concrete room, his hands cuffed behind his back, watching the dust motes dance in the harsh, sterile beams that...

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