The Pale Fracture
The silence in the sub-basement of the Ministry of Internal Stability was not empty; it was a physical weight, a thick, gray wool that wrapped around the bones of everyone who worked there. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the fluorescent lights humming a low, sick note that seemed to vibrate in his teeth, and he stared at the small, pale object resting on the steel surface before him. It was a...
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