The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The mill was a beast of stone and iron. It breathed. I felt it in my teeth. My name is Elias. I am the clockmaker. My hands are my country. They are my law. They are my wife, though she sleeps in the next room. She does not dream. I know this because I have listened. The town of Oakhaven is grey. It is always grey. The fog eats the sky. It eats the light. It eats the truth. We do not speak of...

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