The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The form lay on the desk, a sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper that felt like skin under my thumb. I signed it. The ink was black, the lines straight, and the air in the Ministry of Continuity smelled of wet chalk and old iron. Outside, the winter sun was pale and weak, struggling against the soot that coated the windows of the industrial district. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a junior...

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