The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train did not move so much as it existed in a state of perpetual, grinding suspension. We had been traveling for days, or perhaps weeks; time had lost its linear integrity, dissolving into a viscous, grey sludge that coated the inside of my skull. I sat in the corner of the compartment, my back pressed against the cold metal wall, watching the mist outside the window. It was not weather. It...

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