The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The sound of the glass breaking was not a shatter, but a disintegration, a sudden and violent exhalation of the room’s tension into a million jagged, glittering shards that scattered across the concrete floor of the interrogation room like a field of frozen, broken stars. Elias Thorne stood motionless in the center of the circular table, his hands raised slightly, palms open, as if he had been...

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