The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

"You missed a line," said the clerk. I looked down. The ink was fresh. Black. Wet. It smelled of iron and old dust. I held the pen. My hand did not shake. I had trained my hands to be still. I had trained my eyes to see only what was permitted to be seen. We were in the Hall of Records. The air was cold. It tasted of chalk. The floor was stone. Cold. Gray. Endless. "The line is for the...

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