The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The stamp hit the paper with a dull thud. Red ink. Sharp edges. It cracked the seal. I held the tablet in my hands. My fingers were cold. The room was hot. "Sir," I said. The man looked up. He did not blink. "Is it done?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "It is done." He smiled. It was a thin smile. Like a wound. "Good," he said. "Bring it to the Director." I walked out. My legs felt heavy. The hallway...

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