The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train shuddered as it climbed the gradient, a rhythmic groan of iron against iron that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my shins. I sat in the window seat, watching the industrial sprawl of Ashby Hollow unspool in the gray November light. It was a town built on soot and silence, a place where the air tasted of rust and the sky was perpetually bruised. I...

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