The Pale Door
My hands were already shaking when I pressed the stylus to the screen, the biometric lock of the orbital station humming a low, angry buzz against my palm. I was Rosa Teixeira, thirty-four, a senior archivist at the Ministry of Internal Records, and I wanted to retrieve the sealed file of my late mentor, Elias, to prove his innocence before the tribunal. The Director dismissed my request as...
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