The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass of the interrogation room, a gray, persistent weight that blurred the world outside into a smear of neon and wet asphalt. Elias Thorne sat in the metal chair, the one with the bolted-down feet and the cold, unyielding surface. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the service, his uniform pressed sharp, his bearing rigid, his...

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