The Pale Fracture
The sky cracked. It did not thunder. It split. A pale vein of light tore across the iron-grey firmament above the Foundry. It hung there. Static. Unmoving. Captain Elias Thorne looked up. He did not blink. The light seared his retinas. He felt the heat. It was dry. It smelled of ozone and old blood. "Thorne." The voice was behind him. Sharp. Metallic. "Stay down." Thorne did not move. He...
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