The Pale Verdict
The dream was always the same: the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Ministry of Internal Stability, located in the glass-and-steel spire that dominated the Seattle skyline, did not break from the outside, but from within, shattering into a blizzard of white fragments that hung suspended in the air, silent and cold, before dissolving into snow. Elias Thorne woke at 4:13 AM, the digital clock on...
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