The Pale Exile
The external hard drive sat in your palms, its plastic casing cold and smooth, a stark contrast to the sweat gathering at your temples, and you turned it over in the dim light of the outpost office, watching the small LED blink its slow, indifferent rhythm. It was the fiscal year’s end, three days hence, and the integrity of the new surveillance grid—the very system you had spent two decades...
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