The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The cigar smoke hangs in the air, thick and yellow, curling around the mahogany desk of Judge Arthur Sterling. You sit on the edge of the leather chair, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, the knuckles white. Your uniform is pressed, but you feel the sweat dampening the small of your back. You are here to testify. You are here to end it. But the judge does not look at you. He looks at the...

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