The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ledger lay open on the oak desk, the ink still wet where the clerk had marked the final deduction for the winter audit. You stared at the column of figures, the numbers blurring into a gray smear that mirrored the state of your own mind. The air in the Ministry of Textiles was thick with the scent of drying indigo and damp wool, a smell that had seeped into your pores over the twelve years...

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