The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The building stood in the center of the square, a block of grey stone that had outlasted three mayors and two wars. It was a municipal archive, a place of silence and dust, where the city kept its memories in boxes labeled by date and hand. Elias Thorne worked there. He was old. His spine was a crooked question mark. He did not mind. He liked the quiet. He liked the smell of decaying paper. It...

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