The Pale Fracture
The mortar round struck the spire of St. Jude’s, a sound that was not an explosion but a tearing, a violent unwinding of the air itself, and Dr. Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up through the soles of his leather shoes, a tremor that bypassed his ears and went straight to the marrow, settling in the deep, quiet architecture of his spine. He stood in the center of the atrium, a man...
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