The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain on the glass of the observation deck was not water, but a thin, viscous condensation of the city’s collective grief, a grey sap that smelled of ozone and old copper. You stand at the window of the Bureau of Harmonic Integrity, your hands pressed flat against the cold surface, feeling the vibration of the machinery below. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time in the Upper...

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