The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and ozone, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the end of things. He stood by the buffet table, his uniform pressed and dark, watching the steam rise from the chafing dishes while the officers of the Veridia Border Command laughed and clinked glasses. For thirty-four years, he had served the line, keeping the world ordered and the people...

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