The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The transfer request form sat on the metal desk, a white rectangle of bureaucratic potential that Elias Thorne had stared at for three hours. He was thirty-four, with twelve years of service etched into the permanent lines around his eyes and the specific, dull ache in his lower back that came from lifting men who were too heavy to be human and too light to be dead. The form asked for a...

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