The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The iron gate did not creak when you pushed it, but the sound was in your head, a grinding of teeth that matched the grinding of the stones beneath your boots. You stood before the high, pale wall of the Sanatorium, the place where the old were kept until the frost took them. The air was thin here, sharp with the smell of lichen and old sweat. You had come to see him. You had come to ask for...

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