The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train did not stop. It merely slowed to a crawl that allowed the dust of the corridor to settle on the leather seats. Elias sat with his hands folded, the knuckles white against the fabric. He was a man of the Bureau, a clerk of the Third Tier, tasked with the calibration of neural resonance in the lower districts. His job was precise. His job was sterile. But today, the air in the cabin...

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