The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain hit the tin roof like gravel. I counted the drops. One. Two. Three. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. The bunker was small. Concrete. Smelled of wet dust and old sweat. I sat in the corner. My back against the wall. The door was sealed. Steel. Heavy. No windows. Just a vent in the ceiling. A thin slit. I watched the darkness outside. It was pitch black. No stars. No moon. Just...

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