The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The light in the breakroom was the color of old bandages, filtering through blinds that hadn’t been opened since the heating system was fixed in October. "You’re not listening to me, Elias," Mara said. She didn’t look at the coffee machine. She looked at the floor, her shoes scuffing the linoleum with a rhythm that matched her irritation. "I’m telling you. The Q3 variance isn’t a rounding...

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