The Pale Verdict
You wake in the dark. Not the dark of night. The dark of the void. The room is a box. Concrete walls. No windows. The air tastes of ozone and old sweat. You are a fighter. A warrior. Your hands are steady. They have always been steady. That is the job. To hold the line. To break the thing in front of you without breaking yourself. Your name is Elias. You remember it because the man in the...
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