The Pale Fracture
The wind had teeth. It scraped the skin of the world raw. Elias walked. He walked until his legs gave out. He did not know where he was going. He only knew he could not stop. The fog rolled in from the sea. It swallowed the road. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed him. His coat was torn. The wool hung in strips. It was gray. It was wet. It was heavy. Inside, he wore a shirt of fine linen. The...
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