The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The blood is thick and coppery, tasting of rust and old pennies, coating the back of your throat in a sludge that refuses to dissolve. You are standing in the center of the factory floor, the air thick with the smell of machine oil and the sharp, acidic tang of your own fear, your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps up through the worn soles of your boots, but from the sheer, vibrating...

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