The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Assunta Palermo’s fingers, stained with the rusted grease of the arcology’s lower decks, moved with the mechanical precision of a woman who had forgotten how to sleep, her hands deep inside the intake valve of the air scrubber filter, overdue for replacement by a full cycle, the metal cold and slick against her skin as she worked to keep the breath of the colony flowing through the veins of the...

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