The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain fell not as water but as a fine, grey powder, a particulate dust that settled in the crevices of our skin and the folds of our uniforms, turning the city of Oakhaven into a tableau of suspended decay, where the air tasted of wet ash and old copper and the sky hung low and heavy like a burial shroud draped over the spires of the old cathedral. I walked through the streets with my...

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