The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Elias stood in the center of the square. The droplets suspended around him like a cage of glass beads. They did not touch his skin. They did not touch the cobblestones. They simply existed, caught in a moment that refused to pass. He was waiting. The town of Oakhaven was silent. No birds sang. No engines hummed. The houses stood with their windows dark, faces...

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