The Pale Fracture
The alarm did not ring. It simply ceased to exist. One moment, the red LED on the wall pulsed with its rhythmic, clinical heartbeat; the next, the light was dead. The silence that followed was not empty. It was heavy. It pressed against Maren’s eardrums, a physical weight that tasted of copper and ozone. She sat up in her bunk. The air in Sector 4 was cold. It always was, but this cold felt...
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