The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The nail file scraped against the keratin, a sound like dry twigs snapping in the wind. "Three years," Tadesse said, his voice thin as wire. "And the plaster still breathes." Abdi Worku did not look up. He was thirty-four years old, a captain of the police in the highlands, and his pension was frozen mid-career, a debt owed by a state that no longer recognized his service. The room smelled of...

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