The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wire room of the brokerage hummed with the static of a thousand distant trades, a sound like dry leaves skittering across concrete, before the silence of the archive swallowed it whole. I sat at the long oak table, the weight of the pre-war ledgers pressing down on my shoulders as much as the fiscal deadline. My left hand had begun to feel distant, a numbness that started in the fingertips...

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