The Pale Fracture
Gault’s brother had been a deserter, and the town knew it, but the Ministry of Internal Order preferred the story of the hero who fell defending the border, a narrative that kept the windmills turning and the rations flowing. Esther Gault stood in the center of the gray hall, her uniform fitting her body like a second skin, and watched the Archivist count the silver fragments in his palm. The...
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