The Pale Fracture
You are pulling the zipper of your tactical coat, the metal teeth biting into the lining with a sound like a small, sharp scream, when the notification chimes on your wrist terminal. It is a soft, polite buzz, the kind designed to soothe, but it lands in the hollow of your chest like a stone dropped into a well. You look down. Status: Flagged. Reason: Excessive Empathy. You remember the boy,...
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