The Pale Fracture
The river broke its banks before dawn. It did not roar. It simply arrived, a wall of brown, silent water that swallowed the cobblestones of Millhaven in one slow, suffocating breath. Elias stood on the top step of the stone bridge, his boots soaking through, watching the current drag a child’s red boot past his knees. The town was gone. Or rather, it was submerged. Only the church spire and the...
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