The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the fibers of the wool coat, creating a pervasive dampness that felt less like weather and more like a slow, suffocating embrace from the outside world. Inside the small, windowless office on the fourth floor of the municipal building, the air was still and stale, smelling of old...

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