The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain fell in thin, silver needles against the glass. Ellis sat alone. The city hummed. A low, electric thrum. He held the fracture. It was small. A shard of obsidian. Black. Smooth. Cold. It was not glass. It was not stone. It was a boundary. The path. The edge of the world. Ellis turned it over. His fingers were pale. The shard cut. Not the skin. The air. A faint hum. A vibration. He felt...

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