The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

He had come to the edge of the moorland to bury her, and found himself instead preserved. The sky over Dartmoor that morning was the colour of wet slate, low and heavy as if it might press the granite tors flat against the earth. Silas Thorne stood at the graveyard gate with his mother's urn cool against his chest and felt the peculiar weight of a man carrying the last remnant of a life he had...

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