The Pale Fracture
The coat was white. It was not white like snow, which melts. It was white like bone. It sat on the hook by the door of Elias Thorne’s shop. The shop was called The Mender. It mended things. It did not mend people. Elias stood before it. He did not wear it. He watched the dust settle on the wool. The town of Oakhaven was gray. The sky was a bruise. The people were stone. They looked at the coat....
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