The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The ledger says forty-two years of service. The ledger says I have twenty days left. I check the ink on the pen, a rust-brown sludge that clogs the nib, and I weigh the weight of the night ahead. It is heavy. It is the weight of the Grey Zone, that endless stretch of fog where the border between the living and the erased is worn thin as old linen. I am Silas, a Border Warden, and I want to...

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