The Pale Fracture
Elias woke from a dream of white dust. The dust was thick in his lungs. He coughed. The sound was dry. It echoed in the stone room. He was in the city. The city was old. The stones were gray. The air was heavy. It tasted of iron and fear. Elias stood up. His knees ached. He was a watcher. He was a finder. He looked for the fracture. The fracture was a line. It was pale. It ran through the sky....
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