The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The High Minister sat behind the oak desk, his fingers steepled, watching me with the bored patience of a man waiting for a train. He did not look at my face. He looked at my hands. "You claim to know she is dying," he said. His voice was flat, administrative. "Before the fever takes her. Before the cough sets in. You claim this for your daughter, Elias. You claim it for the state." "I claim it...

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