The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain hit the pavement like a hammer on an anvil. *Clack. Clack. Clack.* My knees ached. Old men’s knees. Younger than me, but older in spirit. I was Sergeant Elias Thorne. Or so the badge said. The badge was cold. The badge was iron. The rain was acid. It ate the stone. It ate the skin. I stood in the queue. The line stretched back into the grey mist. Hundreds of us. Shivering. Silent. We...

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