The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The orchid was dying. It sat on the steel table, its petals shriveled and black at the edges, like burnt paper. Elias watched it. He did not blink. The room was cold. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. Outside, the city hummed. It was a low, industrial thrum. It vibrated in his teeth. Elias was a man of the State. He wore the grey uniform. It fit well. It had always fit well. He had spent...

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