The Pale Fracture
The letter lay on the oak table, the paper thin and yellowed by age, the ink faded to a brown that matched the dust on the windowsill. Elias Ashworth read the decree for the third time, his eyes tracing the formal script that denied his entry to the Citadel. The citation was precise, a minor clerical error in the dosage logs of his treatise on the Cure, a synthetic nutrient designed to...
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