The Pale Fracture
The needle is too deep, Elias. You’re bleeding on the paper. Mr. Thorne leaned over the desk, his voice a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the inside of Elias’s skull. The classroom in the Municipal Compliance Center was silent, save for the hum of the ventilation fans and the wet, clicking sound of Elias’s pen hitting the blotter. Twelve years old, Elias sat with his spine rigid, his...
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