The Pale Verdict
The fluorescent lights in the basement archive buzzed with a frequency that seemed to vibrate in your teeth. You were Sergeant Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands were still shaking from the cold. You wanted your name cleared. You wanted the stain of the botched raid at the northern checkpoint to be scrubbed from your service record. What stood in your way was the institution itself, a...
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