The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The frost on the windowpane did not melt. It only thickened, a white lace that grew more intricate with every passing hour, sealing the room in a silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. You sat at the edge of the bed, your legs dangling over the side, watching the ice crystals spread across the glass. They were beautiful in their cold precision, mapping out a territory...

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