The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

You are standing in the rain, holding the brass key, and the water runs down the ridges of it like blood down a knuckle. It is a key to a door that does not open, a door that is not in this city, a door that exists only in the memory of the man who gave it to you before he was taken away. The rain is cold, the kind of cold that settles into the marrow and stays there, humming a low, dissonant...

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