The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The dream had no floor. It was only a void of grey static, humming with a frequency that vibrated in the teeth. Elias stood there, suspended in the nothing, holding a brass compass that pointed not north, but toward a wound in the air. The needle spun, erratic and frantic, before locking onto a jagged tear of pale light. He reached out. The static parted. He fell. He woke to the smell of wet...

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