The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train to the Northern Sector smelled of wet wool and ozone. It was a smell that had seeped into the lining of my coat, into the fibers of my hair, until I could no longer distinguish the scent of the world from the scent of myself. I stood in the carriage, gripping the overhead strap, watching the grey fields blur past the window. They were not fields, of course. Not anymore. They were just...

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