The Pale Fracture
The glass did not break so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh of silica and silence that rolled through the sterile white corridor of the Reclamation Center, leaving behind a trail of dust that tasted of copper and old rain. Elias, whose spine was still soft with the uncalcified hope of youth, stood frozen at the far end of the room, his fingers twitching at his sides as if trying to...
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