The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain on the glass was a constant, grey drumming. It did not stop. It simply persisted, blurring the view of the parking lot into a smear of wet asphalt and rusted taillights. Elias sat at his desk, the surface cold under his palms. He looked at the monitor. The cursor blinked. A tiny, rhythmic pulse in the digital dark. It had been three years. Three years since the incident. Three years...

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