The Pale Fracture
The first thing you notice is the smell, a thick, cloying scent of wet earth and copper that hangs in the air of Sector Four like a physical weight. You are scrubbing the base of a calcified femur with a stiff-bristled brush, the bristles snapping against the bone as you try to dislodge the pale, pulsating moss that clings to the marrow. Your hand moves in a rhythmic, mechanical arc, a motion...
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