The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the facility was always filtered, a sterile, white void that smelled faintly of ozone and antiseptic, but I could still feel the ghost of the rain pressing against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones. I sat in the center of the circular room, my hands resting on my knees, feeling the strange, heavy weight...

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