The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wind did not blow here. It hovered. It sat upon the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a heavy, grey blanket, waiting for permission to move. Silas Vane knew the wind’s temperament. He had lived with it for forty years, a man whose hands were stained not with dirt, but with the indigo dye of the town’s only trade. Silas was a weaver. Not of cloth, but of silence. In Oakhaven, the air was thick...

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