The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The sealant gun in Elias Thorne’s right hand squeaked, a high, thin protest against the pressure, as he pushed a bead of grey polymer across the jagged tear in the Ministry’s central archive wall. The air in Sector Four smelled of ozone and old paper, a dry, dusty scent that coated the back of his throat and made his eyes water. He was forty-two years old, and his hands, which had spent two...

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