The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The morning began with the smell of damp wool and old iron, a scent that had long since become indistinguishable from the fabric of Arthur Hale’s own skin. He sat on the edge of his bunk in the temporary barracks, a structure of canvas and timber that had been erected on the edge of the moor just beyond the village of Oakhaven, and he watched the light filter through the grime-streaked window....

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