The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train cut through the grey morning like a blade. I sat in the corner, my hands folded in my lap, watching the fields blur into a smear of brown and green. It was a journey I had taken many times, but never before did the distance between stations feel so heavy. I was a man who carried a secret in his chest, a stone that grew heavier with every mile. My name was Arthur Penhaligon. I was a...

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