The Pale Fracture
The sky broke. Not with thunder, but with a sound like tearing silk. The membrane of the world ripped open above the valley floor. Ash rained down. Not black, but white. Dry. Light. It settled on the shoulders of the soldier, Cillian. He did not blink. His eyes were wide. Fixed on the horizon. The sun was gone. A bruise of gray light hung low. The air tasted of copper and old dust. Cillian...
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