The Pale Shadows
"You have failed, Thomas." The voice did not come from the door. It came from the walls. It came from the dust motes dancing in the single beam of afternoon sun that cut through the grime of the hallway. It was a voice like dry leaves skittering over pavement. Cold. Absolute. I stood in the center of the foyer. My uniform was crisp. The insignia on my chest was polished to a mirror shine. Yet I...
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