The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The red stamp sits in your palm, its rubber base worn flat from years of bureaucratic violence. It is heavy, cold, and final, a small block of judgment that has just been pressed onto your career. You look up, and the Department Head, Mr. Sterling, is already turning away, his back to you, the sound of his shoes on the parquet floor echoing like a gavel strike in the empty stacks. You are Elias...

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