The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Thorne. The call came from the back of the server room, sharp and thin, cutting through the low, electric hum that had become the background of Elias’s life for the past decade. He did not turn immediately. His hands, stained with the faint, metallic taste of ozone, were still resting on the keyboard, fingers hovering over the final batch of the 1998 purge files. The air in the room was cold, a...

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