The Pale Fracture
The pen tip caught on the fiber of the paper, dragging a jagged white line through the black ink of his signature. Elias Thorne looked down at the document, the resignation letter he had spent three weeks drafting in the cold silence of his studio apartment, and felt the coldness in his left hand tighten into a rigid, localized numbness. It was a sensation like ice water being injected directly...
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