The Pale Tale
The rain had turned the gravel path into a slurry of grey mud, and Elias Vance walked through it with the deliberate, heavy cadence of a man carrying a weight that did not exist in the physical world but pressed against his sternum like a stone. He was a special operations officer, a title that sounded like a job description but felt like a diagnosis. His uniform was dark, functional, and...
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