The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The porcelain cup in Elias’s hand did not shatter; it simply ceased to exist, dissolving into a fine, white dust that drifted down onto his sleeve like premature snow. He did not flinch. He had been expecting it. In the quiet of the study, the air smelled of old paper and the metallic tang of the rain against the windowpane, a scent that had become the only constant in a world that was slowly...

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