The Pale Fracture
The rain in the Sector did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a gray, industrial sludge that coated the concrete in a permanent sheen of grime. Marcus Vane stood at the edge of the perimeter fence, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rust and wet ash. He was not alone. Beside him stood his younger brother, Eli, who held a single, tarnished brass compass. The needle...
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