The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

I woke up with the taste of iron in my mouth. Not blood. Just the metallic tang of old pipes. I was standing in the hallway of the Whitmore Building. It was dark. The emergency lights buzzed. A low, yellow hum. Like a trapped bee. "Where am I?" I asked. My voice sounded thin. Dry. "You are where you always are, Thomas," a voice said. I turned. Old Mr. Sterling stood by the elevator. He wore his...

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