The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The frost bit hard. It bit the skin. It bit the bone. Elara stood in the square. The air tasted of iron. Of old blood. She held the chisel. Her hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. From hope. The crowd watched. They stood still. Silent. Like stones. Above them, the Tower rose. A black spike. A needle piercing the grey sky. The Eye of the Council sat at the top. A glass orb. Red. Unblinking....

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