The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The air in the basement was thick, tasting of wet concrete and old copper. It hung in the throat like a physical weight, pressing against the lungs. Elias stood by the door, his hand resting on the cold iron handle, not quite turning it. He could hear the breathing on the other side. It was a wet, rattling sound, the kind that comes from a body that has been broken more times than it can heal....

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