The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless gray sheet that blurred the edges of the world against the window of the interrogation room, and it was this persistence, this cold, wet erosion of everything solid and distinct, that finally broke the last thin thread of my composure. I sat in the hard plastic chair, my hands cuffed to the metal table, listening to the clock on the wall...

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