The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain on the convoy’s roof drummed a steady, metallic rhythm against your eardrums. It was a cold, gray drizzle that turned the gravel road into a slurry of mud and diesel. You sat in the back of the armored transport, your back pressed against the cold steel, your hands resting on your knees. The seat was hard. The air smelled of ozone and old sweat. You were moving toward the Citadel, the...

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