The Pale Fracture
The door closed behind Elias. The click was final. It was a sound he had practiced for years, the mechanical severance of a life he had built by hand. He stood in the hall. The floorboards were cold. He felt them through his boots. He was a soldier of the household. He had defended the hearth. He had guarded the silence. But the silence had turned against him. Elena was not there. She was at...
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