The Pale Fracture
I The hide map was slick with sweat, the ink of the river bends smearing under my thumb as I traced the border stones. I was trying to smooth the crease where the Tōhoku farm belt met the fortress colony, but my hands shook. It is a shame to fail at such a small thing, yet the parchment felt heavier than iron. Outside, the heatwave had no night; the air in the kitchen tasted of dust and old...
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