The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You wake in the sterile white of the break room. The air tastes like ozone and old coffee. Your head is heavy. It is a dream that refuses to end. You are lying on the tiled floor near the water cooler. Someone’s shoe is resting on your ankle. You do not move. You are not afraid. You are only tired. The fluorescent lights buzz. It is a low, electric hum. It vibrates in your teeth. You close your...

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