The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain hit the cobblestones with a sound like breaking bones. You stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, your coat soaked through, the wool heavy and cold against your shoulders. The city smelled of wet ash and copper. In your pocket, the glass vial vibrated. It was a subtle hum, a low frequency that you could feel in your teeth before you heard it with your ears. Inside, the liquid swirled....

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