The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train hisses like a dying snake. You press your forehead against the cold glass. The window is a mirror now. You see your own face, gaunt and hollowed out by years of silence. Your uniform is crisp. The brass buttons catch the dim light of the carriage. They look like eyes that do not blink. You are a soldier of the city, a warden of its secrets. But tonight, you are just a man with a heart...

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