The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass cracked. It did not shatter. It split, a pale vein of fracture running from the rim to the base. I watched it. The coffee bled through, dark and slow. The town held its breath. We are the keepers of the boundary. The wall is us. The wall is glass. I am Silas. I am the shield. The morning was gray. The mist clung to the cobblestones. It tasted of iron and old dust. I walked to the...

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