The Pale Dance
"You’re doing it wrong again." Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger. The fluorescent tube above his desk buzzed, a low, electric hum that seemed to vibrate in his molars. He adjusted his grip on the fountain pen, the nib catching the light. "I’m following the protocol, Mr. Halloway. Section four, subsection B. Standard transcription." Halloway stood in the doorway of the archive room,...
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