The Pale Echo
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, the paper thin and damp from the fog that seeped under the door. You read it twice, the words blurring into a gray smear that matched the headache splitting your skull. Suspension. Immediate. Effective immediately. Captain Halloway’s signature was a jagged scratch at the bottom, a man who believed in rules the way a stone wall believes in gravity....
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