The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Thorne. The voice came from the doorway, flat and thin as a knife edge. I did not look up from the bodice. The silver cufflink on my left wrist hummed, a low vibration that traveled up my radius and settled in the marrow of my elbow. It was a bad sound. It meant the lie was close. Mayor Vane stepped into the workshop. The air in the room thickened, heavy with the scent of ozone and old wool. He...

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