The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Thorne, you are late for the final sweep. The voice belonged to Dr. Aris, who stood in the doorway of the reading room with his back to the afternoon light, silhouetted against the dusty window where the curtains, heavy with years of neglect, hung in stiff, yellowed folds. He did not raise his voice, but the words carried the weight of a verdict, and you felt the familiar, cold pull at the left...

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