The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall. It was driven sideways by a wind that smelled of ozone and wet concrete. Marcus stood on the balcony of the Ministry, looking down at the city grid. The streets were empty. The surveillance drones hummed a low, constant note, a drone that vibrated in his teeth. He held a cup of coffee. It was cold. He did not drink it. "Your biometrics are spiking," a voice said from...

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