The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The smell of the antiseptic was not just a scent; it was a physical weight, a dense, sterile fog that settled into the pores of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s skin. He stood at the edge of the triage bay, his hands clasped behind his back, the knuckles white, the tendons standing out like cables in a ship’s rigging. The fluorescent lights above hummed with a low, electric drone, a sound that seemed to...

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