The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in Sector Four smelled of wet wool and rust, a metallic tang that coated the back of the teeth and settled in the lungs like fine silt. It was a thick, oppressive smell, the kind that made the eyes water and the thoughts sluggish, as if the atmosphere itself had been saturated with the residue of ten thousand exhausted shifts. Elias Thorne sat at his station, a narrow desk of scarred...

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