The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass was warm. It sat in my palm, heavy and smooth, catching the grey light of the hut. It was a vial. Small. Clear. I turned it over. The liquid inside was pale, like milk, or perhaps like the fog that rolled off the river every morning. I had found it in the mud. Or maybe I had made it. I didn’t remember. Time was strange here. Time was a loose thread. My name is Thomas. I was not always...

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