The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The compass did not point north. It had not pointed north for three days, ever since we crossed the ridge where the fog settled so thickly that the world outside our boots ceased to exist. I held it in my palm, the brass casing warm from the friction of my anxious fingers, and watched the needle drift, lazy and unmoored, spinning in a slow, hypnotic circle that told me nothing about where we...

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