The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ivory token sat in my palm, cold and smooth as a river stone, its surface worn down by decades of thumbs that were not mine. I turned it over, feeling the faint groove where a chisel had once carved a seal that no longer existed in any registry, and the weight of it seemed to settle into the meat of my hand, a dense, physical thing that defied the lightness of the bone itself. It was...

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