The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ink was dry. My name was on the line. It was a simple signature. I had signed it before. I would sign it again. "Is it done?" I asked. The clerk looked at me. He did not blink. "Signed and sealed, Sergeant," he said. His voice was flat. Like water over stone. I looked at the paper. The seal was red. It was a circle. Inside the circle, a bird. The bird had no eyes. "I see," I said. I folded...

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