The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The engine coughed. It was a wet, metallic sound, like a lung filling with fluid. Elias leaned forward, his knuckles white on the throttle. The rain fell in sheets, blurring the horizon into a smear of gray iron. Ahead, the convoy of steam-wagons churned through the mud of the valley floor. They were moving toward the Ridge. They were moving toward the work. Behind him, in the passenger seat,...

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