The Pale Altar
The fracture did not announce itself with a sound, but with a sudden, violent absence of sensation in the left knee, a silence that was louder than the screaming metal of the collapsing scaffolding, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stood there, frozen in the dust-choked air of the abandoned textile mill, feeling the distinct, cold realization that the architecture of his body had just failed to hold...
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