The Pale Fracture
The winter coat lay on the steel table in the evidence locker, its lining stripped open to reveal the architecture of a lie. Elias Thorne stood over it, his gloved hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the small, black object sewn into the inner pocket. It was a micro-transmitter, a beacon for extraction, hidden by Mara. She had worn this coat during their final week together,...
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