The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream is always the same. A porcelain mask, hairline fractured, hanging by a thread of silver wire. You wake with the taste of chalk in your mouth, the cold of the industrial city seeping through the thin walls of your barracks. It is October, and the fog is thick enough to chew on. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a Senior Inspector in the Ministry of Civic Order. You have twelve days to...

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