The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass, a gray, persistent weight. I stood by the window of the safehouse, watching the city bleed into the twilight. Below, the streets of Sector 4 were empty, swept clean by the drones that hummed in the low clouds. The air smelled of ozone and wet concrete. I adjusted the collar of my coat. It was heavy, woolen, dark green. It had been...

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