The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The reflection in the stainless-steel sink lagged by a second. Elias Thorne watched his own face ripple in the water, a ghostly duplicate of his frown, before he turned off the tap. The Meridian Institute’s kitchen was a cathedral of chrome and silence, a high-security compound where the air was scrubbed of scent and the clocks were synchronized to the millisecond. Elias was the head chef, a...

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