The Pale Fracture
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, gray curtain that erased the horizon and blurred the sharp edges of the world into a single, indistinct smear of wet stone and dying leaf, and in the center of this dissolving reality stood the old oak tree, its roots gripping the earth with a tenacity that seemed less like biology and more like a quiet, persistent defiance against the...
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