The Pale Altar
The letter from Director Halloway lay on the laminate desk, its ink still wet, smelling faintly of the chemical toner that stained our fingers black in the basement. I read the rejection of my report, the one I had spent three weeks drafting to classify the entity in Sub-Level 4 as a localized mineral deposit, a harmless geological anomaly. Halloway’s signature was a jagged scrawl, beneath...
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