The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain did not fall so much as it leaked, a gray, persistent mist that settled into the bones of the town of Oakhaven. It clung to the rusted iron gates of the processing plant and slicked the cobblestones until they looked like wet black glass. Thomas Bradshaw stood on the porch of his sister’s house, watching the water drip from the eaves in a slow, rhythmic tap-tap-tap. He was a large man,...

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