The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The order was typed on heavy cream stock, the ink black and sharp. It listed my duties for the night shift at Sector Four, the border wire that cut the valley in two. I signed it without reading the fine print. That was the rule. Read less, obey more. I was thirty-four years old, and my hands were already shaking from the cold, a tremor that had nothing to do with the temperature. I wanted to...

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