The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of burnt sugar and ozone, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat like a bad dream. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long, obsidian table, his uniform immaculate, the silver braid of his rank catching the dim, amber light of the overhead fixtures. Around him, the officers of the Bureau of Cognitive Stability sat in uneasy silence, their...

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