The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

I woke with the taste of iron and cold ash in my mouth, a sensation that lingered long after I had sat up on the narrow cot in the guardhouse. Outside, the city of Oakhaven stretched out in a grid of soot and silence, the smokestacks of the textile mills belching thick, gray ribbons into the pale morning sky. The river below, usually a dark and lively thing, was still today, a black mirror...

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