The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bell tolled not for time, but for obedience. It was a heavy, iron sound that vibrated in the teeth, a physical force that settled into the marrow of every citizen in Oakhaven. I stood in the queue, my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the familiar tightness in my forearms. The queue was a river of grey wool and pale faces, flowing slowly toward the high wooden doors of the Assessment...

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