The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The soil sample is wrong, Clara said, her voice low, cutting through the hum of the gala. She stood in the shadow of the ceremonial oak, her eyes fixed on the roots with a hunger that mirrored your own. You adjusted your tie, the silk slick against your throat, and smiled the tight, professional smile that had carried you from junior auditor to senior. The air in the Grand Hall was thick, heavy...

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