The Pale Fracture
The dream began not with light, but with a profound and terrible silence, a vacuum where the wind usually screamed against the shuddering timber of the train car. Thomas lay on the narrow bench, his body feeling less like flesh and more like a collection of damp stones, heavy with the humidity that had seeped through the walls of the carriage during the endless, gray journey across the moor. He...
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