The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The fog did not roll in so much as it exhaled, a slow, grey breath that swallowed the northern pass and erased the world beyond Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood at the edge of the trail, a border warden of thirty-four years, his uniform soaked through with a dampness that felt less like water and more like the condensation of a dying room. In his left hand, he clutched a shard of quartz, cracked...

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