The Pale Shadows
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a relentless, freezing static that pressed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and black. You stood before the window, your reflection ghosted over the storm, a hollow shape superimposed on the chaos. Your uniform was immaculate, the wool heavy and damp with the humidity that seeped...
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