The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered the tin roof of the supply wagon. Elias kept his eyes closed. He counted the drops. One. Two. Three. The rhythm was a cage. The wagon lurched. Dirt slapped the glass. He opened his eyes. The world was gray. A monochrome void. The fog rolled in from the river. It swallowed the road ahead. His hands gripped the reins. The leather was slick. Cold seeped...

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