The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that turned the moor into a bruise of wet earth and heather. I had been walking for three days since I left the mill, my boots heavy with the clay of the lowlands, my pack lighter only because I had discarded the weight of my pride. I am a man who knows the tensile strength of hemp, the precise ratio of lime to sand, the exact...

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