The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the grey, indifferent sky, a constant, wet sigh that soaked the bones of the valley. I stood on the edge of the precipice, the mud clinging to my boots like the guilt I had carried for three years, and I looked down at the river below, churning black and white in the industrial twilight. My hand was a ruin of scar tissue and calluses, a map of...

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