The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The letter lay on the scarred oak table, its edges frayed and soft with handling, bearing the heavy black seal of the Ministry of Internal Affairs that crushed the wax into a jagged, broken star. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were mapped with the white scars of old burns and whose back had stiffened from thirty years of standing at attention, read the words three times before the ink seemed...

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