The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the Ministry of Compliance did not smell of dust or old paper, as Elias Thorne had once imagined it would, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of copper pennies, a scent that clung to the back of his throat and refused to leave, even after he had stepped out into the grey drizzle of London’s industrial sprawl. He was thirty-two years old, a junior auditor with ink-stained...

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