The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air inside the Magistrate’s vault did not smell of dust, as one might expect of a place where history is kept in cold, silent jars; it smelled of ozone and wet iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and turned the saliva thick and grey. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the circular room, the only light source being the singular, unblinking eye of the surveillance sphere...

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