The Pale Shadows
The alarm did not ring. That was the first wrong thing. It was a Tuesday, or a Wednesday, but the day of the week had ceased to matter when the lights in the office went out at 9:14 in the morning. There was no siren. No screech of tires. Just a sudden, total silence, followed by the soft, wet thud of bodies hitting the carpet. Elias sat at his desk, hands flat on the wood. He was an...
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