The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train to the Capital hummed a low, mournful note as it carved its way through the grey morning mist. Elias Thorne sat by the window, his reflection a ghostly overlay on the passing fields. In his lap, wrapped in a layer of soft wool, lay a jar. Inside, suspended in a clear, viscous gel, was a single, translucent leaf. It was not green, nor brown, but a pale, bruised violet, fractured down...

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