The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Thorne. The word hung in the air, heavy as wet stone. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers stained with the black grease of the valve handles. It was Magistrate Vane, standing in the doorway of the workshop, his coat buttoned to the chin against the damp chill of the lower city. He did not step inside. He never did. The light in the corridor was grey and thin, filtering through the high,...

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