The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

Thorne. The word was spat from the radio handset, distorted by the static that seemed to live in the bones of the border zone. Elias Thorne did not look up from his ledger. The pen in his hand hovered over the column of requisitions, a fine line of ink trembling against the heavy, damp paper. He was thirty-four years old, and he had fourteen months of service left to secure a pension that would...

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