The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Act I Lars Halvorsen stood in the quarantine antechamber, his left hand wrapped in a wet rag that smelled of brine and old iron. He was thirty-two, a guard who had spent the last decade watching men wash their hands of the sea, and tonight he was there to beg for his brother’s life. The room hummed with the low, rhythmic clatter of the sewing machines in the relay, a sound that vibrated up...

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