The Pale Verdict
I was wiping the smudge off the screen with my thumb when the error code flashed again, red and persistent against the grey interface. The number was 14 Oak Lane. It did not exist. I knew this because I had walked that street three times that morning, counting the houses, and there were only twelve. Yet the system insisted on a tax receipt dated three days ago, signed by a name I did not...
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