The Pale Fracture
The first thing Margaret Holloway did each morning was count the grams. She sat at her desk in the Ministry of Caloric Equity, the fluorescent lights humming a low, constant note that seemed to vibrate in her teeth, and she weighed the digital logs against the physical intake reports for Sector 4. It was a task of pure arithmetic, a sterile exercise in maintaining the balance that kept the city...
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