The Pale Exile

added blog Literature

2026-08-24 21:23:19 -

The Pale Exile

Yuna Watanabe had always believed that the ink would hold, that the line drawn with sufficient pressure would outlast the hand that made it. She sat now in the empty office on the fourteenth floor, the silence pressing against the glass like the sleet outside, watching the tremor in her fingers bleed the carbon copy of the final bridge report. The paper was thin, brittle, and already failing...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews