The Pale Fracture
The water in the tap ran clear, but it tasted of iron and old teeth. I checked the gauge on the wall, the needle trembling just past the red line, and knew we had seven days. Seven days until the Ministry’s experimental cure arrived in the sealed crates, or until the Pale Fracture took what was left of us. Lily was in the next room, coughing into a handkerchief that came away spotted with dark,...
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