The Pale Altar
The alarm did not ring. It screamed. A digital shriek that tore through the sterile silence of the basement unit, waking you not with a start, but with a cold, hollow dread. You knew the sound. You had heard it in the nightmares that had plagued you since the incident at the border. It was the sound of the system failing. It was the sound of your own history catching up. You sat up. The...
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