The Pale Fracture
The clock in the central atrium ticked. It was a heavy sound. It sounded like a bone breaking. Inspector Elias Thorne stood before the great glass wall. He watched his reflection. The glass was old. It was industrial. It was cracked. A single fissure ran through the pane. It was pale. It was thin. It looked like a vein. Elias touched the cold surface. His finger followed the line. He felt the...
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