The Pale Letter
The fluorescent lights of the Sterling Data Archive hummed with a frequency that felt less like sound and more like a low-grade fever. It was a sound Elias had come to associate with the settling of his bones. At eleven years old, he was small for his age, a fact that the institution’s rigid protocols had long since categorized as a liability. He sat at his terminal, a sleek black monolith that...
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