The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The room was white. Not just the walls, but the light, the desks, the air. It felt sterile. It felt clean. It felt like a hospital waiting for blood. Margaret stood by the window. The glass was cold. She pressed her palm against it. Outside, rain slicked the pavement. Inside, the hum of the server farm was a low, constant drone. A mechanical breath. "You're late," said Elias. He sat at the head...

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