The Pale Fracture
The bone broke. I felt the splintering. It was a sharp, cold sound. Not a pop. A snap. Like a dry twig under a boot. My left femur. Shattered. I was on the ground. The floor was cold. Concrete. Smooth. White. The lights above were too bright. They hummed. A low, electric buzz. I looked up. Two figures stood over me. They wore grey. Uniforms. No insignia. Just grey. And boots. Black leather....
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