The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The wind tasted of iron. It cut through the wool. It cut through the skin. It cut through the bone. Silas did not shiver. He had not shivered in forty years. The cold was a fact. Like the road. Like the stone. He walked. The path wound up the moor. The heather was black. The sky was grey. The silence was loud. "Master Silas." The voice came from the left. Silas stopped. He turned. Rowan stood...

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