The Pale Tale
You wake in the cold. The office is empty. The fluorescent lights buzz. It is a low, sick sound. You are sitting at your desk. Your hands are still. They are locked around a piece of paper. The paper is white. The ink is black. The letters are sharp. They are not your handwriting. They are the company logo. It is a stylized eye. It is looking at you. You do not remember falling asleep. You...
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