The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The cold bit into his bones. Thomas sat in the chair. It was metal. It was cold. He did not move. The room was gray. The light was thin. He watched the dust. It drifted in the beam. He was still. His mind was loud. It roared. It screamed. It was a storm inside his skull. He ignored it. He watched the dust. "Thomas." The voice was soft. It was gentle. It did not fit the room. "Sir." "Look at...

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