The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain lashed against the high, barred windows of the precinct house, a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones. He stood in the center of the interrogation room, a space defined by its sterile whiteness and the cold, unyielding steel of the table bolted to the concrete floor. It was not a room for reflection, but a vessel for...

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