The Pale Fracture
The crack appeared on a Tuesday, a hairline fracture in the air above the town square of Oakhaven. It was pale, almost white, and it swallowed the sound of the church bells. Elias Thorne, senior archivist, watched it from his office window, his pen hovering over the municipal census. He needed to finish the count by Friday to secure his pension, a fact that anchored him to the desk, to the...
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