The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the world into a watercolor of mud and slate. I stood in the doorway of the train station, my breath forming small, invisible ghosts in the cold air, while the conductor, a man with eyes like chipped flint, waited for me to make a decision that felt heavier than my small, aching body. "You are late, Thomas," he...

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