The Pale Fracture
The temporal fracture in Sector 4 did not announce itself with a sound, but with a silence so profound it pressed against Elias Thorne’s eardrums like a physical weight. He stood before the containment unit, his fingers hovering over the haptic interface, watching the air shimmer with a pale, iridescent distortion that defied the Ministry of Continuity’s rigid chronology. Elias, thirty-four...
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