The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

He woke in the dark. The ceiling was low. Concrete. Stained with rust that looked like dried blood. He smelled it. Copper. Dust. His breath was ragged. "Get up, Sergeant." The voice was soft. Too soft. He sat up. The cold bit his skin. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He flexed the fingers. They obeyed. Barely. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice was a croak. The figure in the corner...

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