The Pale Fracture
The air in Sector 4 tastes of copper and ozone. You stand before the Gate, a slab of reinforced steel set into the grey concrete wall that separates your world from the void. The gate is cold. Your gloved hands are cold. The pressure inside your helmet is regulated, but the pressure in your chest is not. It is a heavy, wet thing, settling in your lungs with every breath you take. You are a...
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