The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had stopped, but the damp remained. It clung to the walls of the Archive, a heavy, silent coat that no one could shake off. Elias sat in his cubicle, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric hymn above his head. He was the Senior Curator of the Department of Lost Voices, a title that sounded grand but felt hollow. His job was simple. He listened. He recorded. He filed. For thirty...

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