The Pale Fracture
The wire snapped with a sound like a bone breaking, and the current that should have stopped my heart instead locked my jaw into a grimace that felt carved from granite. "Stop struggling, Ashworth," Sergeant Halloway said, his voice flat, devoid of the tremor that usually preceded a discharge. "The protocol requires a full physical integration. You’re resisting the weave." I tried to speak, but...
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