The Pale Mist
March 12, 2024. The air in the bullpen tastes of stale coffee and recycled fear. I am forty-two years old, a federal agent with twenty years of service under my belt, and I am staring at a man who looks at me like I am a stain on his carpet. Director Elias Thorne does not believe in my methods. He believes in metrics, in clean data, in the sterile efficiency of algorithms that do not bleed. He...
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