The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Ministry of Records did not smell of dust, but of ozone and stale antiseptic, a sterile scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a bad taste. He sat at his desk, a slab of pale composite material in a windowless room on the fourth sub-level, staring at the empty chair across from him. For three years, Mara had not sat there; for three years, the chair had been a...

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