The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The summons came at the hour when the gas lamps in the Ministry corridors were still unlit, leaving the stone walls in a grey, bruised twilight that made my hands look older than they were. "Elias," the clerk called from the top of the stairs, his voice thin and reedy, lacking the weight it once held before the Purge began to trim the staff. I was forty-two, a Senior Archivist, and I had spent...

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