The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fluorescent lights hummed a low, technical drone, a sound that vibrated in the fillings of your teeth. You sat in the sterile conference room, the mahogany table cold under your palms, and watched Sarah slide the folder across the surface. The paper was thick, expensive, and smelled of the industrial copier. You opened it. The waiver of inheritance rights lay open, the signature line blank,...

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