The Pale Fracture
You walk. The road is grey. The sky is grey. You are a scholar. You know this. You hold your diploma like a shield. It is thin. It is paper. It burns in the wind. Your sister, Elara, walks beside you. She is smaller. She is quiet. Her eyes are wide. She does not look at the horizon. She looks at the mud. You speak. "We must keep moving." She nods. "You are safe." She nods again. The village is...
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