The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Vane. The voice came from the head of the table, low and gravelly, cutting through the clatter of silverware and the humid, stale air of the banquet hall. Arthur Vane straightened his tie, the silk itching against his throat, and turned to face Director Halloway. The room smelled of roasted duck and damp wool, a cloying mixture that coated the back of Arthur’s tongue. It was 1924, and the State...

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