The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The sub-basement smelled of damp limestone and old iron. Elias Thorne stood before Cell 4, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the cold seep through the soles of his boots. He was thirty-two, a Warden of the Citadel, and he had spent the last six hours reviewing the detention logs for his daughter, Mara. The algorithm had flagged her for "ideological deviation," a bureaucratic term for...

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