The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The metal table was cold enough to burn, a slab of brushed steel that hummed with the facility’s ambient electricity, and Elias felt the bite of it through the restraints that locked his wrists to the surface. He did not look up at the camera in the corner, the red light blinking with a rhythmic, predatory patience, nor did he look at Vance, who sat across from him with the loose, slouching...

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