The Pale Fracture
The deletion order sat on the desk, a single sheet of white paper that seemed to absorb the light from the overhead fluorescents. Elias Thorne stared at the signature line, his hand hovering over the pen, the tremor in his fingers so slight it was barely visible but felt by him as a violent shaking, a mechanical failure in the wiring of his own body. "You are hesitating, Dr. Thorne." Director...
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