The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream is always the same. You are standing in a vast, white room. The floor is made of mirrors. You step forward, and the reflection does not move. It stays still, looking at you with a blank, terrible calm. Then the glass cracks. Not with a sound, but with a silence so heavy it crushes your lungs. You wake in your narrow cot in the Ministry dormitory, your hands shaking, the sheets soaked...

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