The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The appeal form was wrong. Elias Thorne stared at the digital cursor blinking on the screen, the blue light cutting through the dimness of the Synthesis Plant’s central office. It was 0300 hours, the shift change for the night crew had been silent and swift, and the only sound was the low, rhythmic thrum of the centrifuges three floors down. He typed his name, *Thorne, Elias, Senior Chemist,...

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