The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

"You are not supposed to be here," said the woman at the reception desk, her voice flat and dry as the dust that seemed to settle on every surface of the municipal archive, a place that smelled of decaying paper and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that no one else seemed to notice but which I could taste on the back of my tongue. I stood in the doorway, my coat buttoned to the chin despite...

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