The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the windows of the moving train, blurring the world outside into a watercolor smear of mud and dead trees. Inside the carriage, the air was stale, recycled, and smelled faintly of damp wool and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his knees drawn up to his chest, his hands wrapped tightly...

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