The Pale Door
The name was not shouted, but it carried the weight of a hammer blow, splitting the air in the grey, soot-stained yard of the Oakhaven National Guard barracks. "Whitmore. Step forward. You will explain to this assembly why your finger hesitated on the trigger when the order was given." Major Halloway stood by the brick wall, his hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of bureaucratic...
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