The Pale Fracture
The train hissed into the station of Oakhaven, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to shudder through the very bones of the platform, carrying with it the scent of wet coal and the heavy, damp fog that rolled in from the river, a thick and suffocating embrace that settled upon the shoulders of the passengers like a burial shroud, and it was here, in this grey and industrial twilight where...
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