The Pale Tale
The discharge papers are on the desk, Sergeant. Signed, sealed, ready for your signature." I looked at Captain Halloway. He was adjusting his cufflinks, the gold catching the gray light from the window. Outside, the factory whistles were screaming, a sound that drilled into the teeth. I held out my hand. The paper sat there, white and thin, waiting. "Read the date, Elias," Halloway said. He did...
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