The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain fell in thin, gray needles. It did not stop. It never stopped in the Sector. Elias stood at the edge of the platform. He wore the gray coat. It fit him well. Too well. It swallowed his shape. He held the ticket. It was a small rectangle of white paper. It looked like a bone. "Ready?" The voice came from behind him. It was soft. It was close. Elias did not turn. He knew the voice. He...

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