The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old rot. You stood beneath the eaves of the abandoned tollhouse, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the cold air, your fingers twitching against the hilt of the dagger you had stolen from the magistrate’s corpse three days prior. It was a small thing, a blade of folded steel...

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