The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it leaked from the ceiling of the world. It was a grey, viscous substance, heavy with the scent of ozone and old iron, that saturated the cobblestones of the Lower Districts. I stood at the edge of the precipice, holding the Fracture in my gloved hands. It was not a shard of glass, nor a sliver of bone, but a piece of the sky itself, torn loose during the riots...

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