The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in Sector Four tasted of rust and copper. It was a metallic tang, persistent as a memory one could not scrub from the mind. Margaret Holloway walked with her head down, her steps quick and silent. She was a small woman, dressed in the grey uniform of the Nutritionist caste. Her hair was tied back severely, exposing the pale line of her neck. Around her, the city breathed. It was a...

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