The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wind howled through the shattered windows of Sector 4. It carried the taste of rust and ozone. Elias stood by the door. He held the compass. It was a heavy thing. Brass casing. Tarned now. The needle twitched. It did not point north. It pointed to the center of the room. To the child. "Go," said Mara. She stood by the stove. Her hands were shaking. The firelight flickered. It painted her...

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