The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones, a rhythmic grinding that matched the pulse in Elara’s temple. She sat alone in the back, the velvet seat worn thin by centuries of anxious sitters. Outside, the fog of the City of Oria rolled in thick and gray, swallowing the spires of the Institute. The air inside the carriage was stale, smelling of dried lavender and old dust. Elara looked...

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