The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The box was small. It was wooden. It hummed. Corporal Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his bunk. The room was not a room. It was a white void with a floor of polished obsidian. The ceiling was gone. Above, the sky was a bruised purple, swirling with slow, viscous clouds. It looked like a wound that would not close. Elias held the box. His hands shook. He was a soldier. He had killed men in the...

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