The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air tasted of copper and wet ash. I walked. My boots crunched on the grey sludge that passed for pavement in the Lower Ward. The sky above was not a sky. It was a ceiling. A vast, industrial dome of riveted steel, painted a sickly, perpetual twilight blue. It did not change. It did not break. It just hung there, heavy and silent, pressing down on the city of Oakhaven. I am a mender of...

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