The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The frost came down on the millstone like a burial shroud. It did not melt. It hardened. The village of Oakhaven was buried under a white silence that swallowed sound. The sky was a bruised purple, heavy and low. It pressed against the stone walls of the mill. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and stale grain. Thomas sat by the hearth. His hands were cracked. They looked like...

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