The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dust in Room 4B did not settle. It swirled. Miles stood in the center of the room, his hand pressed against the cold glass of the server rack. The air smelled of ozone and burnt copper. It was a sharp, metallic taste. He tasted it on his tongue. “Did you see it?” The voice was close. Too close. Miles did not turn. He knew the voice. It was Elias. Elias always stood in the shadows. He was...

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