The Pale Circus
The air in the Grand Atrium of the Sterling-Halloway Conglomerate headquarters was not merely cold, but a specific, pressurized chill that seemed to calcify the breath of anyone who dared speak above a whisper. It was a temperature engineered to instill discipline, to keep the blood slow and the minds compliant, a climate control setting that functioned less as a comfort and more as a subtle,...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews