The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The pen tip dragged across the paper, leaving a trail of wet, black sludge that did not dry, and Elias Thorne watched the ink spread like a bruise under the skin, obscuring the final line of his mentor’s last letter. He set the pen down, the click of the cap echoing in the sterile silence of the archive room, where the only other sound was the low, electric hum of the climate control system...

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