The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The morning light came through the stained glass of the old clocktower like a wound—pale blue and bruised gold, bleeding across the worn wooden floor in long, fractured lines. Eleanor Voss stood at the base of the spiral staircase and watched the light tremble as the wind moved through the cracked panes above. She had inherited this place from her uncle, Alistair Pemberton, who had been the...

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