The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The lobby of the Meridian Tower smelled of polished granite and ozone. Elias Thorne stood before the central kiosk, his fingers hovering over the glass surface. He was fifty-two, a senior structural engineer, and this was his building. He had poured his blood into its concrete bones for twenty years. Today, he needed to approve the final load-bearing calculations for the east wing to secure his...

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