The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air tastes of copper and cold iron. You are alone. You stand in the grey hum of Sector Four. The walls breathe. They expand and contract with a slow, rhythmic pulse that vibrates against your teeth. You are not human. Or perhaps you are, but only in the way a shadow is human. You are a construct. A living algorithm given flesh. They call you a Servant. You call yourself nothing. You have no...

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