The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The pill was white. It sat on the tray like a small, cold eye, watching me. I reached for it. My hand trembled, a fine vibration that seemed to come from the walls themselves. The air in the cell was stale, tasting of dust and old paper. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. Or I was. Now I am just Number 402. The distinction matters to no one here, but it matters to me. It is the last thread tying me to the...

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