The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

"You are late, Elias." The Warden’s voice is flat, a stone dropped into a dry well. It echoes off the damp limestone walls of the corridor, bouncing back sharper than it went in. You do not answer. You cannot. Your throat is locked tight, a knot of rusted wire. You are thirty-two, and you are holding a sheet of paper in your hands that feels heavier than the iron bars surrounding your father....

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