The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I remember the light in that office, how it slanted through the blinds to strike the iron desk in long, pale bars. It was the only honest thing in the room. I had served for thirty years, my hands mapped with the white scars of cold and steel, waiting for the pension that would let me leave before my body gave out. The desk hummed. It was a low, metallic groan, a vibration that rattled the...

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