The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The light in the corridor was the color of old milk, thick and opaque, filtering down through the high, barred windows where the fog of the Ironclad had settled into the iron grates like a living thing. "Elias Thorne," the voice came from the shadows, not a shout but a low, grinding rasp that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards, "you are to report to the High Commissioner’s office immediately;...

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