The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Thorne. The word hung in the air of the second-floor corridor, heavy and sharp, before Director Halloway even turned from the window to face him. Elias stood by the filing cabinets, his hands gripping the metal edges until his knuckles whitened, the fluorescent lights humming a flat, electric note that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He had come to ask for the files from 1994, the ones his...

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