The Pale Fracture
"You’re bleeding on the mat, Elias." The voice was calm, detached, the voice of a man who had long since ceased to be surprised by the violence that leaked out of the men in Room 4B. Elias did not answer. He stood in the center of the concrete floor, his chest heaving like a bellows forced to pump air into a vacuum. The sweat on his brow mixed with the red streaking down his temple, a pale...
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