The Pale Fracture
The rain in Sector Four did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist of gray particulate that clung to the synthetic fur of Julian’s coat with the tenacity of a parasite. He stood alone in the antechamber of the Reclamation Office, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, arrhythmic drone that seemed to vibrate directly against the inner surface of his skull. In his hands, he held the...
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