The Pale Fracture
The alarm did not ring. It screamed. It tore through the sleep of the dormitory like a jagged piece of glass. I was on my feet before my mind caught up. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From the cold. The heating had failed. Again. I pulled on my uniform. The wool was damp. It clung to my skin like a second, heavier body. I checked my sidearm. The weight of it was familiar. A comfort. A...
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