The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it seeped. It was a grey, viscous exhalation from the sky, saturating the cobblestones and the wool coats of the citizens until the entire town felt like a bruise, tender and swollen with moisture. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the Plaza, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the accusation being hurled at him. He was...

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