The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The letter was sealed with red wax, the Ministry’s crest pressed deep into the center. I held it in my left hand, the paper cold and damp from the morning fog that clung to the cobblestones of the Lower District. My right hand trembled, not from the chill, but from the three years of silence since Thomas vanished. I was Elias Bradshaw, thirty-two, a scribe of the fourth rank in the Ministry of...

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