The Pale Fracture
The train arrived at dusk. It was a black beast, snorting steam against the gray sky. The town of Oakhaven was not on the map. It was a place of soot and silence. The buildings were brick. They leaned in like tired men. The air tasted of coal dust and copper. Elara stepped onto the platform. She was tall. She was thin. Her skin was pale, almost translucent. You could see the blue veins beneath...
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