The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The morning shift began with the smell of ozone and damp wool, a scent that had permeated the walls of the Central Processing Facility until it was indistinguishable from the air itself. I stood at my station, a gray cubicle in a sea of identical gray, watching the data streams cascade down the monitor in a waterfall of blue light. The silence in the hall was not empty; it was heavy,...

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