The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The clock on the mantelpiece did not tick. It hummed. A low, viscous thrum that vibrated in the teeth of Elias Thorne. He sat in the armchair, the leather worn thin by decades of sitting, by decades of waiting. The house was silent otherwise. The wind outside rattled the shutters, a dry, skeletal sound, but inside, the air was thick and still, tasting of dust and old paper. Elias was a...

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