The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in the district does not fall; it hangs, a suspended gray mist that seeps into the joints of the bones and the wires of the city, a permanent dampness that tastes of rust and old pennies. You are standing on the corner of 5th and Main, your hand resting on the cold steel of your baton, watching the fog roll through the intersection like a slow exhalation. It is not a dream, exactly,...

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