The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Pneumatic Exchange smelled of ozone and wet wool. It was a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of my throat, a taste I had grown to accept as the baseline of existence. We were not in a city, strictly speaking. We were in a Lung. A vast, industrial cathedral of iron ribs and glass lungs, suspended in a perpetual twilight where the sun was a distant, filtered rumor. My name...

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