The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the workshop tasted of dust and old brass, a dry, metallic tang that coated the back of your throat. You sat at the heavy oak table, the only light coming from a single, flickering bulb that hummed with the frequency of a dying insect. Outside, the city of New Avalon churned in its perpetual gray fog, a place where silence was a commodity and noise was a crime. You were a mender of...

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