The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train did not stop. It rolled on through the gray sleet of the industrial north, a long iron serpent shedding steam into the cold air. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the carriage, his knees pressed together, his hands resting on the rough wool of his trousers. He watched the fields blur past. They were dead, flat, and brown. In the distance, the smokestacks of the Processing Plant rose...

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