The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in the city did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of a sky that had long since forgotten how to be blue. I stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Aesthetics, my hand resting on the small, heavy box in my coat pocket, feeling the cold metal of the latch against my palm like a second heartbeat. I was Elias Thorne, forty-two...

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