The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain hit the glass. It did not fall. It struck. It shattered the silence. I held the line. My hand did not tremble. It could not. The protocol forbade it. The wall was white. The room was cold. The air smelled of ozone and iron. "You are in violation," I said. My voice was flat. It was a tool. It was a blade. I used it with care. I used it with precision. Eleanor stood before me. She was...

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