The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The door to the Minister’s office did not have a handle. It was a slab of polished obsidian, seamless and cold, set into a wall of white marble that stretched from the floor to a ceiling so high it seemed to dissolve into the gray, formless sky above the capital. You stood before it, your hands still stained with the dried, rust-colored blood of the man you had just broken against the floor....

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