The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron gate of the Ministry of Internal Security did not open. It slid. It moved with a hydraulic hum that vibrated in my molars, a low, tectonic groan that seemed to rise from the bedrock of the city itself. I stood on the wet pavement, the rain misting my uniform, and watched the massive slab of brushed steel retract into the earth. Behind it lay the atrium, a cathedral of glass and steel...

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