The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice. The sky above was a bruised purple, swollen with a silence so heavy it pressed against his eardrums. He adjusted the collar of his uniform. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of ozone and old iron. He had worn it for forty years. Or perhaps four days. Time had lost its teeth here. He looked down at the void. Below, the...

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