The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the city hall, a relentless, drumming assault that seemed to vibrate through the very stones of the floor, turning the heavy oak tables into resonating bodies that hummed with the accumulated weight of centuries of judgment, while inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that...

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