The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a fine, metallic mist that clung to the glass walls of the Spire and turned the city into a blur of grey static. You stood in the antechamber of the Directorate, your uniform immaculate, the fabric a synthetic weave that hummed faintly against your skin, a constant reminder of the surveillance woven into your very being. In your left hand, you...

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