The Pale Fracture
The bell tolled. It was a dull sound, heavy as wet earth. Elara stood by the window. The glass was cold. She pressed her palm against it. Outside, the fog rolled in. It swallowed the street. It swallowed the houses. It swallowed the world. Her husband sat at the table. His name was Silas. He did not look up. He carved a piece of wood. The knife was sharp. The wood was pale. He carved a bird. It...
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