The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The cart rattled over the cobblestones, a sound like teeth chattering in the cold air of Ashworth City. It was a city built on the bones of the old world, where the spires of the Guild Halls pierced the smog like needles stitching the sky to the earth. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained with the indigo dye of his trade, sat at the front, guiding the mule through the narrow arteries of...

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