The Pale Fracture
The transfer is approved. You read the stamp on the form, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, and you feel a strange lightness in your chest, as if a heavy coat has been taken off your shoulders. The Ministry of Continuity is a place of quiet efficiency, of beige walls and the hum of fluorescent lights that never quite flicker, and you have spent twelve years here filing documents that no...
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