The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The banquet hall is a cavern of gold leaf and heavy velvet, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb, beeswax candles, and the stale, metallic tang of fear that you have learned to recognize in the eyes of those who do not belong. You sit at the far end of the long mahogany table, your uniform pressed so tight against your chest it feels less like fabric and more like a second skin, a armor...

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