The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The frost had not melted from the valley floor for six days. It lay there, a sheet of white silence, obscuring the roots of the ash trees that lined the road to the settlement. I held the glass vial in my left hand, the cold seeping through the leather of my glove and into the bone. It was not a weapon. It was not a tool. It was a fracture, captured. A shard of the sky, or perhaps a sliver of...

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