The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink was wet on the ledger when the silence broke, not with a sound but with the sudden, violent cessation of the ticking clocks that lined the walls of the counting-house, a pause so absolute it felt like a physical blow to the chest. Elias Thorne stood before the mahogany desk, his fingers splayed over the ledger, the paper trembling under his weight as if it were a living thing sensing...

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