The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hand was a map of violence. Elias Thorne stood in the white void, the silence pressing against his eardrums like deep water. There was no floor, no ceiling, only an infinite, blinding expansion of pale light that seemed to emanate from within his own skin. He looked down at his right arm. It was swollen, the skin translucent, revealing the dark, sluggish pulse of veins beneath. The fingers...

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