The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain in New Caledonia did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suspended membrane that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor smear of rust and neon, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the central plaza, his breath fogging the air as he stared at the red wool coat draped over his arm, the fabric dry and impossibly warm against his damp sleeve, a small, defiant island of heat...

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