The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the cell is thick. It tastes of copper and old dust. You sit on the cold stone floor. Your back is against the wall. The stone bites into your spine. It is a familiar pain. You are a soldier. You have known pain for years. But this is different. This is quiet. Outside, the world is ending. Or beginning. You cannot tell. The walls are high. They are white. They are smooth. There are...

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