The Pale Fracture
The rain did not fall. It hung. Elias stood in the corridor. The water was thick. It moved like oil. It moved against the wind. The city groaned. The walls sweated. He held his rifle. The wood was damp. The metal was cold. He was a Warden. He wore the grey. The grey was part of him. The grey was the law. The law was the air. The air was the city. The city was sick. The Mist was rising. It ate...
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