The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air tasted of copper and wet ash. Elias sat on the floor of the cell. The stone was cold. It bit through his thin shirt. He counted the cracks in the ceiling. One. Two. Three. A long, jagged line ran from the corner to the center. It looked like a vein. A dark, dry vein. He did not look up. He never looked up. The door opened. The hinge screamed. It was a high, thin sound. Like a child...

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