The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a rhythmic, grinding complaint that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots and up into the marrow of my bones. We had been traveling for three days, or perhaps four; time in the outer districts had lost its linear certainty, stretching and snapping like wet rope under the heavy, grey sky that hung low over the city of Aethelgard. I...

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