The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the brickwork of the Millhaven Asylum and penetrated the very marrow of those who dwelt within its walls, a dampness that felt less like weather and more like the exhalation of a centuries-old, sleeping malice. Elias Thorne stood before the window in his office, a room that smelled of stale pipe tobacco, damp...

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