The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The fog did not clear; it thickened, a grey wool pressed against the glass of the city. I stood in the center of the Foundry District, where the iron bridges groaned under the weight of invisible loads. The air tasted of copper and burnt sugar, a sweet rot that clung to the back of my throat. I was the Investigator of Anomalies, a title that sounded grand in the ledgers but felt hollow in my...

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