The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The jar was cold against my palm, the glass thick and clouded with a residue that smelled of salt and iron. I held it up to the flickering light of the communal lamp, watching the pale, viscous substance inside swirl slowly, defying the gravity that had long since claimed the rest of the world. "Drink," said Silas. His voice was a dry rasp, like leaves scraping against concrete. He sat on the...

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