The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The bus hummed. It was a low, continuous thrum that vibrated in the bones of the twelve-year-old boy, Julian. He sat by the window. The glass was cold. Outside, the city of Oakhaven scrolled by in gray sheets. Rain slicked the streets. The rain was not water. It was memory. It was the residue of everyone who had ever lived and died in this place. Julian knew this. He had always known this. He...

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