The Shadow's Pupil
The fluorescent lights of the FBI headquarters in New York didn't just illuminate the hallways; they bleached them of all color, leaving a sterile, oppressive white that felt like a hospital for dead ambitions. Marcus Thorne, a rookie agent with a record of academic perfection and a gaze that never wavered, stood before the glass wall of the archives. He wasn't looking at the files; he was...
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