The Pale Fracture
The bell in the tower of the Ministry of Standardization did not ring so much as it groaned, a deep, tectonic shudder that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled heavy in my teeth, signaling the end of the shift and the beginning of the long, silent walk back to the dormitory quarters where the air tasted of stale coal smoke and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay. I stood at the...
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