The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain hit the window. Hard. Wet. Gray. Elias stood in the kitchen. He held a knife. The steel was dull. He looked at his hands. They shook. Just a little. A tremor. Like a leaf in wind. He was a guard. A good one. The kind who kept the peace. The kind who kept the doors locked. The kind who kept the world out. Or in. It depended on the day. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The silence had...

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