The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The morning light filters through the high, arched windows of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation, casting long, pale rectangles of dust across the polished mahogany floors where you stand, a figure of quiet desperation amidst the hum of bureaucracy and the scent of old paper. You are a restorer of antique textiles, a man whose hands are stained permanently with the indigo and saffron of...

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