The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Elara. The name was called out in the flat, droning voice of the intercom, a sound that felt like sandpaper dragged across the back of your throat. You looked up from the ledger, your fingers stained with the grey ink that never quite washed out of the whorls of your skin. The office was cold, the air thick with a static hum that made your teeth ache. You were thirty-two years old, a scribe of...

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