The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The watch whistle blew. It was a sharp, iron sound that cut through the damp air of the lower barracks. I knew it was for me. I had been waiting for it since dawn, standing before the Pale Fracture, a sheet of shimmering glass that separated the city of Oakhaven from the void. I am Elias. I am thirty-two. I have served as a border warden for nine years. My duty is simple: I must cross the...

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