The Pale Door
Chapter One "Another purge, Opal. The algorithm doesn't like your error rate." Opal Tillman stood in the doorway of the Bureau, the dust of the Outer Reach still clinging to his boots like dry blood. He was thirty-two, a junior archivist with a mortgage called in early and a silver clasp on his lapel that mirrored his own ambition. The clasp was cold against his chest, a weight that had grown...
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