The Pale Fracture
The fracture did not begin with a sound, but with a silence so profound it had weight. It pressed against the eardrums of the children in the dormitory, a heavy, velvet hush that swallowed the hum of the ventilation units. For Elias, the silence was a physical thing, a cold hand closing around his throat. He lay on his narrow cot, staring at the ceiling, which was not a ceiling at all but a...
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