The Pale Fracture
The train into Ashworth was a thing of iron and steam, a metallic beast that breathed out plumes of white vapor into the grey November sky. I stepped off at the platform, my boots clicking against the wet concrete, and felt the weight of the case file in my inside pocket. It was a heavy weight, heavier than paper should be. I was here to find the source of the fracture. Not a geological fault,...
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