The Pale Fracture
The Ministry of Internal Harmony did not have a clock, for time was a variable the state had long since deemed inefficient, yet Elias Thorne felt the weight of the hours in the sterile, white corridors where the air was scrubbed of scent and shadow. He was a senior auditor, a man whose life had been reduced to the verification of emotional indices, and today his task was to finalize the...
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