The Pale Fracture
The dream begins not with light, but with the weight of the iron, a cold and absolute pressure that settles into your shoulders before you have fully opened your eyes, a sensation so familiar it feels less like a burden and more like a second skeleton, fused to your own during the long, silent vigil of the night. You are standing in the great hall of the Obsidian Keep, a place that exists only...
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