The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The kiln was hot. It burned the air in the small, damp room. Elias stood before it. He watched the fire. The clay inside was changing. It was becoming something else. He did not look at his hands. They were stained. They were cracked. He was a maker. He made things that lasted. Or so he thought. The town of Oakhaven was quiet. It was a place of gray roofs and wet stone. People walked with their...

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