The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass shard is cold in your palm, a sliver of blue that hums with a frequency only you can hear. You have been holding it for three days, since the moment the great greenhouse dome shattered in the center of the city square. The air here smells of ozone and wet iron, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat. You are a prisoner of your own making, or so the authorities claim,...

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