The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The house was made of bone. Not metaphorically. The walls were white. The floor was white. The air tasted of chalk. Elias stood in the center of the room. He held a lantern. The glass was cracked. Light spilled out. It was thin. It was pale. He looked for the door. It was gone. There was only the wall. Smooth. Seamless. Cold. "Where is it?" he asked. His voice sounded small. It bounced off the...

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