The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The coat was blue. Not navy. Not slate. A specific, institutional cyan. It hung on the hook by the door. It did not move. It waited. Elias stood in the hallway. He was still in uniform. The polyester blend clung to his sweating back. The humidity in the corridor was thick. It tasted of copper and old rain. He looked at the coat. He knew what it meant. He knew because he had worn it for twelve...

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