The Pale Fracture
The glass was thin. It hummed against the vibration of the turbine, a low, subsonic thrum that traveled up through the soles of Elias’s boots and settled in his teeth. He stood alone in the observation deck, the air cold and sterile, smelling of ozone and recirculated steel. Before him lay the Sector, a vast expanse of gray fog and twisted iron skeletons. It looked like a graveyard of giants....
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