The Pale Verdict
The fluorescent lights in the disciplinary hearing room hummed with a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate directly inside Elias Thorne’s molars. He stood rigid before the desk, his uniform pressed sharp enough to cut, his eyes fixed on the steel door that separated him from the rest of the world. Across the table, Colonel Halloway did not look up from the file in his hands; he simply...
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