The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

"You are hysterical, Sergeant." The words hung in the air of Colonel Vane’s office, dry and sharp as the dust motes dancing in the shaft of afternoon light that cut through the window. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the leather chair, his hands resting on his knees, feeling the phantom weight of fingers that were not there. He had served twenty years, a span of time measured in mud, blood, and...

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