The Pale Fracture
The frost came not as a chill but as a command. It descended upon the village of Oakhaven with the sudden, crushing weight of a verdict, turning the breath of every living thing into a visible tether to the ground. I was standing in the center of the square, my hands locked in my pockets, watching the world go white and still. The air was so sharp it felt like swallowing glass. This was the...
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