The Pale Fracture
The separation from your daughter, Clara, at the Ministry’s intake gate is the first fracture, though it does not glow; it is only the sound of the heavy steel door closing behind her, sealing her into the sterile white corridor of the Neural Calibration wing while you are directed toward the administrative offices to file your exemption petition. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a...
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