The Pale Tale
The ink on the blueprint was still wet, a dark smear under Elias Thorne’s thumb as he pressed the paper against the cold, polished marble of the Meridian Tower’s lobby floor. He did not look up. He knew the exact temperature of the air in that lobby, a sterile sixty-eight degrees that felt like a held breath, and he knew that Director Halloway was watching him from the glass-walled office...
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