The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain hits the window of the precinct station with a rhythmic, metallic persistence, a sound that you have come to associate with the grinding of your own joints. You are sitting in the back office, the room that smells of stale coffee and ozone, staring at the evidence board. It is not a standard corkboard. It is a sheet of white magnetic dry-erase surface, currently covered in a chaotic...

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