The northern district Fractures were older than the ones near the industrial quarter, which you could tell by the way they sat in the landscape. The newer Fractures had the quality of fresh wounds, dimensional edges still sharp and iridescent. These had settled into themselves over twenty years, the threshold seams worn smooth, the perimeter ground permanently altered in ways that had become almost natural, moss growing at the edges in colours that weren't quite right, trees in the adjacent park bent permanently away from the nearest site as though they'd spent two decades leaning away from it.
Cael stood at the staging area for Fracture NV-3 and felt the pressure of it against his sternum before the Hollow Hound's senses fully engaged. Something different. Not threatening, or not only th
