The Pale Fracture
The fluorescent tube above Elias Thorne’s head flickered with a low, arrhythmic buzz that seemed to vibrate directly in the marrow of his left temple, a sound that had become so constant in the Ministry of Cognitive Compliance that he had long since stopped hearing it as noise and began to perceive it as a physical weight pressing against the back of his skull. He sat across from a detainee...
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