The Pale Fracture
"Resource allocation, Thorne. We have enough." Director Vane’s smile was thin, a crack in a porcelain plate. He did not look at me. He looked at the window, where the grey light of the industrial city pressed against the glass. I stood in his office, the linoleum floor cold through my shoes, holding the requisition form for the extra reagents. I needed them. I needed them to synthesize the...
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