The Pale Fracture
The argument had been going on for three days, or perhaps it had only just begun, time having stretched and warped in the heavy, dust-moted air of the Whitmore estate until the distinction between hours and years had dissolved into a single, unbroken scream of silence. Elias stood in the center of the grand foyer, his back pressed against the cold marble pillar, feeling the vibration of his own...
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