The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The champagne in the crystal flute tasted of copper and old ice, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I watched Commander Halloway raise his glass to the room, his voice booming with a practiced, resonant warmth that felt like a fist clenched gently. "To Elias Thorne," he announced, his eyes sweeping the banquet hall of the border station, where the chandeliers cast a sickly,...

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