The Pale Exile
I had known for many years, with the quiet certainty of a stone settling into the riverbed, that the justice we had constructed within these walls was a lie so profound it had become the very air we breathed, and it was only when I looked into the eyes of the young man who had been brought before us to be judged that I saw the reflection of my own complicity shattering into a thousand...
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