The Pale Fracture
The dust in the corridor was not merely dirty; it was a sediment of years, a thick, gray powder that coated the soles of my boots and the lining of my uniform jacket, turning my skin the color of old parchment, and as I stood there, waiting for the door to the Command Center to unlock, I could feel the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums, a physical pressure that was almost...
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