The Pale Fracture
The bell tolled three times, a sound that did not ring in the air but in the marrow of the children’s bones. "Line up," said the Warden. Her voice was flat, devoid of the modulation that might have suggested emotion or even fatigue. It was the voice of a machine reading its own error logs. "Formation Alpha. Spacing: two paces. Eyes forward. Hands at sides." Thomas stood in the center of the...
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