The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The glass was singing again. Elias Thorne pressed his forehead against the cold window of the Ministry’s central spire. The hum was a low vibration in his teeth, a persistent friction that had been building for weeks. It wasn’t just a sound. It was a pressure. He watched the dust motes dance in the slant of afternoon light, suspended in the air like frozen rain. "You’re drifting, Elias." Silas...

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