The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old wax, but beneath it, sharp and persistent, was the scent of burnt sugar. Elara stood at the head of the table, her hands trembling as she held the final ledger. It was a heavy book, bound in leather, and it represented ten years of her life. She had balanced every penny, audited every account, and kept the Ministry’s books clean while the men...

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