The Pale Fracture
The rain streaks the high, reinforced glass of the Ministry of Nutritional Allocation’s eastern wing, blurring the gray skyline into a smear of industrial soot and steel, a visual noise that mirrors the static hum of the ventilation systems pumping recycled, filtered air through the sterile corridors where you have spent the last twelve years ensuring the caloric equilibrium of the state. You...
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