The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The smell of copper and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air of Sector 4, a thick, cloying mist that coated the back of the throat. I stood in the center of the vast, silent kitchen, the linoleum cold through the soles of my thin shoes, holding the canister. It was heavy, a dense cylinder of brushed steel that felt alive in my hands, humming with a low, subsonic vibration that I could feel in my...

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