The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream always began with the sound of chalk squeaking against slate, a high, thin shriek that seemed to strip the skin from the inside of Margot’s skull. In the dream, she was standing in the atrium of the Ministry of Narrative Continuity, a vast, circular hall where the air smelled of ozone and old dust. Around her, hundreds of clerks sat at curved desks, their heads bowed, their hands...

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