The Pale Fracture
Chapter One Ashok Menon swung the sledgehammer into the masonry, the impact sending a shockwave up his arms that felt less like force and more like a severing. The Grand Hall of Kala stood in the shadow of the reclamation yard, its walls sweating condensation that smelled of wet rust and the metallic tang of the approaching flood. He was thirty-two, a senior structural engineer with a...
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