The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The snow did not fall; it pressed. It was a white, suffocating weight against the windows of Station 9, a remote outpost in the high desert where the air was thin and the silence was a physical thing. I am Elias Thorne. I am thirty-four years old, and I have one day left to live if I am to keep my pension. The rule is simple. Retire before your thirty-fifth birthday, and the heart condition...

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