The Faded Chronicle

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The bone broke. It was a clean snap, wet and final, like a dry branch under a boot. Marcus felt the shock travel up his arm, a cold current that drowned out the roar of the wind. He was on his knees in the mud. The ground was black, slick, and alive with the memory of rain. Above him, the sky was a bruise of grey and purple, swollen with storm. He looked at his hand. The metacarpals were...

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