The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The seal was red. It sat on the desk like a wound. Margaret stared at it. The wax was cold. The room was cold. Outside, the city burned with a light that was not sunlight. It was the glow of the servers. They hummed in the walls. They hummed in the floor. Margaret turned the paper over. The ink was black. It was thick. It smelled of iron. She held the letter to the light. The seal caught the...

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