The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The train to the border station rattled over iron tracks, a skeletal beast grinding through the grey dawn. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his coat buttoned tight against the chill, though it was the damp that seeped into his bones, not the cold. He was forty years old, a border warden for twenty-two, and his body felt like a ledger of debts. He wanted the pension. He needed the pension to buy...

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