The Pale Fracture
The rain fell in sheets. Grey. Endless. It hammered against the glass of the observation deck. Silas stood there. He held a cup. Steam rose. It curled. It vanished. He drank. The liquid was warm. It burned his tongue. He was not alone. Elias sat across from him. Elias wore a suit. Black. Sharp. It did not fit. It hung loose. His face was pale. His eyes were red. He looked tired. He looked...
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