The Pale Tale
The iron collar sits heavy on your neck. It is not a thing of comfort. It is a device of state security, forged in the cold foundries of the northern industrial belt, designed to monitor the biometric stability of high-ranking officers during periods of heightened civil unrest. You feel the cold metal bite into the flesh of your throat. You feel the hum of the internal transmitter. It is a...
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