The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink was wet. That was the first thing Marcus noted, a detail so trivial it seemed absurd against the weight of the silence in the room. He held the slip of paper under the harsh, flickering fluorescent light of the detention block. The letters were black, sharp, and undeniable. They spelled out a name. His name. Marcus had been a man of procedure for twenty years. In the city of Oakhaven,...

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