The Pale Fracture
Thorne. The voice came from the intercom, a flat, metallic buzz that vibrated in Elias’s molars before the words resolved. It was not a summons, exactly, but a check. A reminder that he was a component, a Grade 4 Archivist, and that components did not tremble. Elias kept his eyes on the ledger, the chemical composition of the new Purity Ration, but his hands shook against the cold steel of the...
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