The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

I was elbow-deep in the mud of the restricted archive when the noise started, a low, grinding hum that felt less like sound and more like a pressure behind my eyes. My fingers, stained with the black dirt of a century, were carefully lifting a porcelain cup from its box, the ceramic cold and slick in the damp air. I am Anil Reddy, and I have served this state bureau for three years, a tenure...

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