The Pale Shadows
"The line is bleeding again, Elias. You saw it." Major Vance’s voice was flat, stripped of inflection, the way a doctor speaks to a patient who has already failed the test. I stood in the center of the holding room, my hands cuffed behind my back, the metal biting into the rough wool of my jacket. The walls were painted a sterile, institutional beige, the kind of color that seems to absorb...
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