The Pale Door
Thorne, you’re still in the observation deck. The voice came from the intercom, flat and stripped of any inflection that might suggest a human being on the other end of the line. I did not turn around. My back was pressed against the cold steel of the railing, and I was watching the pressure gauge on the main reactor core climb, the needle trembling in its red zone like a bird trapped in a wire...
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