The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain had been falling for three days straight, a thin, persistent weep that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the grey, bruised sky, and I stood in the doorway of my shop, watching the water drip from the eaves onto the wet stone, feeling the chill seep through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my bones, a cold that seemed to originate not from the...

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