The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Act I Ruth Aldridge stood in the mess hall of Sector 4, her hands trembling as she accepted the last ration of synthetic protein, a gray paste that smelled of rust and old pennies. She was thirty-two, a number that felt heavy in her lungs, and she wanted only to survive the winter without being recycled for her chronic cough, a rattle that had started the year everyone agreed to forget. The...

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