The Pale Fracture
The vial in Elias Thorne’s pocket felt heavy, a cold weight against his thigh that matched the dull ache behind his left eye. He checked his watch. 0800. The Ministry of Purity required punctuality, a virtue that was less about time and more about the orderly submission of the self to the state’s rhythm. He adjusted his tie, the fabric stiff and gray, and walked toward the holding cells in the...
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