The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain fell in sheets. Marek stood at the window. He did not look out. He looked at the glass. The water streaked down. It blurred the world. It made the streetlights smear into yellow bruises. He was alone. The room was cold. The radiator ticked. It was a small, dry sound. It was the only sound in the house. He had been here for three days. The house belonged to Elias. Elias had died. Or so...

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