The Pale Dance
The name is Elias. That is how it sounds when Deputy Warden Halloway calls it across the dusty expanse of the archive room, the syllables flat and bureaucratic, stripped of any warmth. Elias stands before the metal shelving, his hands trembling slightly as he holds the plastic ID badge of his brother, Thomas. The badge is yellowed, the laminate peeling at the corners, the magnetic strip worn to...
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