The Pale Verdict
"The perimeter is breached," I said. My voice was steady. It was the only thing in my body that felt steady. Marcus looked up from the screen. The blue light carved hollows under his eyes. He didn’t look surprised. He looked tired. The kind of tired that settles in the marrow, the kind that comes from sleeping in shifts and eating cold coffee. "Which sector?" he asked. "North gate. The old...
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