The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the dockside into a slick, mirror-like surface reflecting the grimy gaslights above. Elara stood by the window of the cramped office, her fingers tracing the condensation that beaded on the cold glass. She could feel the pressure in her temples, a dull, rhythmic throb that matched the ticking of...

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