The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Hall of Glass tasted of iron and ozone. It was a sharp, metallic tang that coated the tongue, a flavor we had all come to know as the taste of order. I sat on the cold stone floor, my legs crossed, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam of light that pierced the high, vaulted ceiling. My name is Elias. I am nine years old. I have been here for three days. My hands are...

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