The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Athol Lennox stood in the grey light of the archive, holding a cracked clay pot that weighed less than a feather but felt as heavy as a stone. The pension was gone. The file was burned. The truth was buried under layers of certified paper and institutional silence, a truth he had carried for thirty years until it finally broke him. He looked at the pot, at the dark soil stained with the crushed...

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