The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The iron gate of the Blackwood Estate did not creak when it opened, but it groaned with a low, tectonic shift that felt less like metal and more like the settling of a buried beast, and Thomas Bradshaw, whose knuckles were swollen purple from the grip he had maintained on the rusted pommel of his sword for the last six hours, felt that groan resonate in the marrow of his shinbones, a vibration...

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