The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ration card for the nutrient paste sat on the kitchen table, its edges soft and worn from the thumb that had rubbed it into submission over the last three months. It was a rectangular slab of grey polymer, unadorned and sterile, bearing the serial number of Elias Thorne, Citizen Class Four, Sector Nine. Elias looked at it, then at the bowl of grey sludge that constituted his breakfast, and...

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