The Pale Fracture
The hum was not in the air, but in the marrow, a low-frequency thrum that Elias Thorne felt vibrating through the soles of his boots and up into the trembling of his hands as he calibrated the resonance dampeners on the Foundation Spire. He was forty-two, a structural engineer for the Bureau of Stability, and he knew with the cold precision of a man who had spent two decades measuring the decay...
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