The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The count was twelve. Twelve minutes until the tribunal began. I sat in the back of the black sedan, watching the digital clock tick down with a precision that felt like a knife against my skin. My hands were shaking. Not the gentle tremor of age, but a violent, rhythmic spasm that made my knuckles white. I needed to sign the confession. I needed to clear my name. But my body was failing me,...

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