The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

"Sign here. And here. The ink is wet, so do not smudge it." Stanislaw Krawczyk looked up from the form. The pen in his hand was a cheap ballpoint, the kind that bled blue through the paper if held too long. He was thirty-four, and his hands, which had spent the last decade drafting load-bearing walls for the State’s new highway interchanges, now trembled with a fatigue that sleep did not fix....

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