The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The stamp on my left thumb had begun to fade, the indigo ink wearing away into the creases of my skin like a bruise that refused to heal. It was a small, circular mark, barely a centimeter wide, and yet it anchored my entire existence to the grey, humming corridors of the Ministry of Allocation. I was a clerk, a man of average height and average ambition, whose days were measured not in hours...

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